Rocks and ocean
Early Friday morning,
ordinary sunrise, but not for long.
The level of humiliation on the globe
was beyond acceptable and nature
couldn’t take the pressure any longer.
The old lady took an underground breath,
tried to convince her soil they’ll survive,
but helplessly, an anxiety attack came.
Before and aftershock collided,
plate tectonics moved past each other,
primary waves, turned into secondary,
reached the surface and became love shears,
to end with a crush on the harbor.
Concrete and glass, cool molten rocks
and muddy ocean swept every convicted soul,
no imagery, no tribute will ever ease the lost.
Another day to seek for survivors,
to rescue the colors of human tissues left.
Another “why?” and no candy for the crying child,
tons of strength in the nuclear air, but no hope for
the place where the shadows will never glow again.
Dedicated to the people in Japan.
© 2011 Broken Sparkles