We eat our bagel and cream cheese

Tsunami

In Honor of the Third Anniversary of the monstrous tsunami that hit Fukushima Prefecture in Japan on March 11, 2011, I am re-posting this poem, which I wrote as soon as I heard the news. The tsunami leaves a lasting legacy of loss and radioactive pollution from the Fukushima Daiichi power plant that was crippled by the enormous wave. This was my very first post on WriteWireless. Heartfelt love and prayers of comfort go out to all of the people affected by this catastophe.
 

We eat our bagel and cream cheese

We eat our bagel and cream cheese, thinking mildly…

From above, it looks like a Godzilla movie–the tidal wave filmed in miniature, the

…about carbs and fat intake…

cars being swept along under overpasses,

…and sip our freshly brewed coffee…

boats crashing into city bridges,

…wondering what we’ll write about today…

cars parked in lots swept along, buoyant like mini marshmallows in hot chocolate or like drowning ants

….or whom we can network with…

huge mases of splintered buildings, cars, people;

… What time is our interview?…

a burning oil refinery.

… What picture should we post on LinkedIn?…

It isn’t until the next day

… Should we look business-like or should we be casual?…

that the close-ups on You Tube are available

“What time should we work out today?…

and we see the huge buildings and cargo ships floating down the street

… Oh my God!…

and coming to rest with the cars and uprooted houses in heaps against the few structures that have stood their ground.

That night, we watch the nuclear plants begin to break down and release their poison into the air, land, and sea. The videos on Yahoo show clip after clip of people walking, dazed, past a car on top of a house, a huge ship standing up on land, nose poised over the water. Street after street of soggy rubble, not a house standing. Hiroshima and Nagasaki come to mind. The devastation is similar, especially on a human level.

On day 3, we see stacks of photos online: the land is reduced to a splintered wasteland. Brothers and sisters, lost, bereft, sift through mud to find a connection to a life so newly and brutally ripped from them. A grandmother finds a pillow, a mother finds a photograph, a boy finds a soiled school award. A grandfather wanders the wet ruins of his ancestral neighborhood. A father weeps, the reality of the catastrophe dawning on him. How many of his relatives were among the 10,000-plus who perished? Will he ever have dinner with his family again?

A hand pokes out of the rubble, motionlessly grasping for something that is gone.

Nobody in Hollywood or Toho wrote this script.

How can we ever know what it feels like?

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Author: Writewireless

I am a thinker, educator, and writer, who teaches English, French, design, and career skills. My articles and posts about being human, teaching, careers, parenting, travel, and world affairs have been published in various newsletters, websites, and blogs. I currently teach and inspire young people to write and to explore the world.

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