Explosion

Similar to many people I'm sure, the recent death of Osama Bin Laden has brought me back to the fear and disorientation I felt during 9/11. I was in first grade at the time, so while every adult felt like a child losing his innocence, America's actual children felt as if we were thrown into a bullfight with a blindfold tied around our heads. We were unknowingly in the process of 'losing our innocence', while all the long feeling completely excluded from what we, considering our parents' reactions, knew was a very significant event. Like the blindfolded matador, we could sense the power and strength of the beast, but we were completely unaware of where it was coming from, where it would charge and how we should respond.

After hearing of Osama's death, once again, I felt fear emanating from my lack of understanding, and also torn, in how I should react. Should I celebrate America's success or should I fear the unknown possibilities that lie in the future? Finally...I turned to a poem:

Explosion by Charles Bukowski

as I angle between traffic the radio sings to me.
the Angel of Death smiles.
the sun splashes on the windshield, cleansing
the floating ghosts of my dead past.

I put it to the floor and the machine leaps
forward beautifully.
the Angel of Death continues to smile
as I hold it at an even 80.

I am between dream and reality, I am ageless.
my lost childhood reaches out a long arm and touches
me.
the dogs of my youth sit pressed eagerly side by
side on the rear seat.
my mother speaks to me again: "smile,
Henry, why are you always so sad?"
"you don't understand," I reply.

I exit the freeway and once on the boulevard
I see the burned city.
my city.
everybody's city.
city of the
world.

but I am unmoved inside my automobile
as inside my head
a gorgeous yellow flower
slowly
opens.

then I'm at the racetrack.
I am in my lane moving to the parking lot.
I park, get out, stand.
I stretch my arms 2,000 feet into
the sky.

the horses sense my arrival.
the horses acknowledge me.
they say, "we will run for you.
we love you.
we all love you."

the universe applauds as I
take one step after the
other.
one step after the other
to where
it all
begins
again.