“I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill.” ~  Mahatma Gandhi From the 104th Floor  A Poem by Leda Rodis When the plane hit the building rocked first to the right then to the left, and outside all the skyscrapers of New York seemed to tremble. The alarms screamed louder than we did, and I knew it was time to get away. It’s funny what you notice: a pen rolling across the floor my screen saver flicker and go off a picture of you and me at Coney Island. So much to leave behind. And yet so little. Running down the hall I remembered my mother taking me to…