Horse folk on 9-11 here. Some of their posts are just so.

Lower Manhattan. 9-11-01. Robert Bove

The Blind Man’s Guide

 There is no path; there is no road,

That we have made, that leads away

From doors in flame, from glass-shard floors

Guide dog no use but to stay close.

But to presume a path will appear,

First to blind feet, then to scorched hands,

Each step borne by that presumption—

That foot will find fall after fall,

Descending an obscure staircase

Long minute after long minute

Until a familiar embrace,

Merely imagined up to now,

Saying you are home—

Brings you home.

~ 2002 by Robert Bove