Tsunami
Morning breaks gray with geese flying.
It’s hard to see in the dim of shadow.
She moves quietly, hard to stop crying.
Maybe the lights come back tomorrow.
Her lips tremor with a will of their own.
She didn’t analyze the reason why.
Everyone, everything here, now gone,
so hard to comprehend, to even try.
The small house they loved was gone,
No one to share it with now, anyway.
Gather a few things, suppress a yawn.
She would be needed much today.
On the train, she recalled the wave.
She could not call for help by phone.
The situation went from bad to grave.
She spent the night in water, alone.
The tsunami had roared in like a beast,
flooding the small basin village quickly.
No building was standing, to say the least.
Most were dead, all the old and sickly.
She knew she must keep a strong face.
Yet, considering------ could not be rash.
Woman has come now into her place,
but should not wear authority as a sash.
She opened the door to her office suite.
There early, the men looked at the floor.
Please to look for eye to eye to meet,
my husband’s face, never again to adore.
I will try to remain composed, to not cry.
But heart and eyes work as they please.
Tears flow even when we know not why,
and when we know, they flow with ease.
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