I dreamed that the heart of the ocean shot up into Heaven ******* breath and sleep and sense into the savage void Tsunami swells of pain and grief pounded ship and shore and sailor I felt the earth heave, heard the roar, reached out and touched the water It felt like home Like a brother, or a son
Then man built a seawall to protect the people Poured in rubble to dissipate the ocean's rage Built barricades to hide the sorrow waves and churning waters Do not swim Do not touch Do not grieve or speak or be
I wake from the dream with grains of sand beneath my nails Water streaming from my eyes Like channels of salt across the pavement My heart pounds--was that a roar? I stumble forward, but cannot find the ocean I reach out, but cannot touch the water Where is the brother, or son? I can not swim I can not touch But I can grieve and speak and be