Because I cannot think about it
I keep thinking about it.
The endless shaking beneath my feet,
all foundations broken, turned to powder.
In the street the screams and too soon
the quick dirty wave,
immense as the cold kingdom
in which the earth itself drifts.
So many hearts snapped shut at once
and then the dark pollen of fear,
a radiation blown far
to the still, shocked world.
In all that thinking, no-thought rises.
The whole of any speech is “nothing can be said.”
The tsunami of images pours like fate
from one screen to the next and the next
demolishing all children, parents,
brothers, sisters, friends.
Our little ride on the planet
each day comes closer to an end.
In each finite an infinite.
Beneath the mountain a well.
With every weakness a strength
waits for us. Now we have
only our lives to give each other.
Who will tell the grief of what is broken?
Plumb here, then,
where our house used to be,
and find Japan.
Dan, only a poet can express a moment as deep and a loss so great – a beautiful memorial.
Thank you, friend Robyn.
Dear Dan … an emotive and beautiful memorial to so many. Our world is in trouble because so many have seemingly lost the ability to empathise and feel. Well done
You are so right, David, that we all need to appreciate what we have because we can appreciate what others have lost. Best to you.
Thank you, Dan, for reaching deep within to gift all of us with words when no-words are here. For the ah, yes, that’s how it is. For the sigh. For the recognition of self in other, and other in self. You’re beautiful Daniel.
Vincenza — Thank you for your lovely, touching words!
I feel this way a lot, but could not express it so beautifully.
I appreciate your words, Daniel. They are high praise from someone so gifted himself in expression.