Higashi Nihon Daishinsai: Eastern
Japan’s Great Earthquake Disaster by Jill Parshley ©April 2011
Our local newscaster’s
voice just cracked loudly
Been
listening to him since I was a child
Sounded like
the final pops of kernels bursting at the bottom of the kettle
at Luna’s 3rd
birthday party we held in this basement
My stomach
is twisted and 40 years of words are stuck in my throat
I have to
run and tell the girls before the threatening horn blows once more
And melts
their hearts until they sink deep down in the water
with every
moment we shared in this old house my grandfather built.
But our
puppy June just took her first steps down our porch,
And our
mortgage was finally paid up in March
How will I
grab the photographs
When there
is no time left?
Where is my
mother’s wedding ring that I promised Sing
When she was
seven?
Will we make
it to heaven?
Should I
carry Luna on my back with the hand-me-down pack, I once was so ashamed to walk
with?
How will my Emma
handle this when I kiss her on her lips
one last time?
I’m running
towards her now
Watery eyes,
I kiss her on her brow
My beautiful
wife
We had a
fight last night
Because I
couldn’t go to Sing’s Karate match, again
I was at
work until 10
I grab a
pillow case to throw bottles of milk in
Too late
The 46 foot
wave already has come in.
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