It was a year yesterday that a magnitude 9.0 earthquake struck Sendai in northern Japan causing a massive tsunami. I remember hearing the news after a sleepless night (our son was three weeks old). I wrote this poem at the time, which I thought I would post up here. The picture above is from this news story.
A nightmare of a night: really the worst—
stood in the bathroom, swaying back and forth
(he likes the sound of the extractor fan),
humming Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
hoping to God as his eyes begin to close
…up above the world so high… then jolt
bolt open, limbs locked in sudden fight
or flight—and now the panic-stricken wail.
And so it goes from roughly 2am
to the distant glow of daylight in the east,
and the slow, defeated trudge down the stairs
(as finally he decides to start to snooze),
to sink into the sofa, turn on the news.