Tuesday Poem: After the Tsunami

For Japan 2011

So, the obliteration of the snow –

and with it the iteration of this thing

we know: ‘this too will pass’ –

the sweet lives, the sour lives, their 

sweet-and-sour obligations, their 

trappings, brought down 

by a wall of water, blanketed now.

In time - always time - lifted from
the winter vault, 

washed, caressed, and laid to rest 

where the earth breathes fresh

again. We know only what we know.

We know not whence the water, 

we know not why the snow. 

Mary McCallum

I have been 'collecting' my poems together for various publications and applications and in the hope of doing more with them, and I realise I write too many poems about personal tragedy and disasters of various kinds. Here's another one. For more Tuesday Poems click on the quill in the sidebar.