In memory of all the victims of the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. To the wind: remember us. Who's not to say the airplane roaring overhead in fact is Armageddon? The wind is cool today, a kind of calm before the last attack.The wind is hurling birds across the sky, enacting distance, pretending what can fly is always beautiful. Who's not to say that what we can remember when we die is really just a single moment? Not a life of great accomplishments, but a cool wind that touched us once, less urgently than love, but as familiar as a long-lost friend. The wind does not remember us.