Tsunami

It seems that most people

Hatch dreams

At the beach

But I have known

For a long time

That the beach

Is where dreams go to die

The wind and the water

They

Unravel

Everything

When the tangle of thought

And emotion

Is too tight

The beach is where I find them

Unspooling

That is where

I feel rage

And it dissipates in the wind

As I try to walk it off

And then

I think

No one will see how deep it runs in me

The beach

It has more broken things than whole ones

It sweeps what is fragile

Away

And dumps the remains back

Days weeks years

Later

Shells

Fish

Children

Societies

Refuse to treasure

Treasure to refuse

Paradise

To whom?

January 2005