"I was at my desk when the Tower 1 was hit and made it down to the lobby level of Tower 2 when my building was impacted that Tuesday morning," says Rubinowitz, who moved to Sharon three years ago.
"I wrote the poem below later that week and after 10 years I would like to share it."
Mountains sway gently beneath blue skies.
Reflections of America. Icons of the World.
Roars of thunder crash among the valleys.
Like monarch butterflies with starched wings they fall through the heavens.
Helpless, Desperate, Fighting for air.
Thoughts of those we love and loved.
Fire, Fuel, Insanity engulfs us.
Images burn deeply into our souls.
Shattered like mirrors, minds, bodies.
Hills of Pain, Suffering, Death.
For those we remember and never met.
For those that suffered,
For those consumed,
For those that fight to live.
Forced forward. Forced to focus.
While our reflections bend and twist.
Searching, Waiting, Hoping.
We look to the peaks
To find something greater than ourselves.
We find each other.