Wednesday, September 30, 2009

8.0, 6:48 a.m. (Poem)

8.0 at 6:48 a.m.

8.0
It registered
random images
flat dulled life-bereft

taking out
a mere few feet
above the sea

what mere minutes before
was just waking to a day.

Tsunami
four to be exact
15-to-20-foot
ocean disturbances
smashing their ways to shore.

What do you say to the left-behind?
That God spoke there?

On American Samoa
in Pago Pago in Niua
on Tonga
as far away as Australia
half-way between
New Zealand and Hawaii

they did not have 5 minutes
from earthquake to tsunami
to get away
to run uphill
to answer fear.

The sea, you see,
is home now.

Faith gets tested
on a day like this
a day for us like any other

8.0, 7.6
6:48 a.m.
at morning's call.

Copyright 2009 Maureen E. Doallas
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