How strangely still
the water is today.
Calm and tranquil. strangely still.
Dark clouds on the horizon,
harbingers of things to come;
clouds that obliterate the sun.
The air seems cold; it chills,
winds stirring through the clearing.
Winds of change do not thrill.
How strangely still
the water is today.
Peaceful thoughts; I get my fill.
And then, the clouds converge,
driven by gusts of fire and winds;
a nasty dose of an ill will.
Before the storm, it seemed quite warm.
How strangely still
the water was today. Such a rapid decay!
A 9/11 poem based on “Sea Calm” by Langston Hughes
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
There is something so heartbreaking about knowing that, this time ten years ago, no-one knew anything about what was about to happen. Wonderful poem.