[Continuing my New Year’s Day tradition (2002, 2003, 2004)…]
Bitty grits of soap and sand, dried on my skin
Sun blaring down throwing shadows
Pulling at my head, pushing at my heart
No one comes near me, not today, you
Stay away and you scream over the distance
Words that ache to come together so my
Eyes will open, so my arms might grab and
Hug you but your wings cannot reach nor
Measure the distance–the rumbling waves
Glare, out at the horizon line a sailor
Bobs in the wind, his sails completely
Absent color so matching the masses
Absent from my heart’s yearning grasp
Absent of demolished houses once full.
In memory of my brothers and sisters lost to last Sunday’s tsunami and its aftereffects…
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