Tsunami

Tsunami Clinging to a tree my might is numb Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge After the party I woke up on a tropical island Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before None of which were ones who washed ashore I heard scrambling voices from below less those who didn’t survive the deathblow Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise, but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly sirening a crushing noise Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin Blood seeps down red rivers running thin soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells, instinctively the islanders help each other through the fallen landscapes As the beached turtles struggle in their shells, who once glided effortlessly in the sea I know what I must do Keep with the spirit of aloha and stay until the sky becomes blue Then set the turtles free