I remember years ago when my eyes transformed to a round wonder as I learned about tsunamis.
My fascination with that Japanese worded natural phenomenon was a sight for many puzzled eyes.
When I studied, my heart desired to view the power of that wave and my mouth foolishly uttered that wish .
I am sorry Sri Lanka, Thailand, Indonesia, India, Maldives, Somalia and Japan and the visitors to your shores, that my sought after earthy natural beauty became your tragedy.
Disheartened, I am that your jazzing it up birds fluttered away in fright and warning on that day.
They left hundreds of thousands with no cautionary forecast.
I am sorry that your beautiful sky decorated with very little clouds against a faded blue painted backdrop,became a dark clouded memory.
I am heartbroken because the flooding waves gave no mercy as they pushed in land, destroying the familiar.
The favourite beach, the shop, the homes and most traumatized loss of all, your people.
Never to see that smile again, never to hear that laugh, never to feel that hug.
Your hearts are laden with grief as many of you deal with missing your loved ones.
As many of you toss at nights hearing the screams for help, seeing the waves inching closer and closer, yet you could not lend a helping hand.
Touched, I am by that pain, if the videos were so raw, I cannot fathom how you manage at that instant to cope.
Sometimes I wish I could wipe out the memory of the terror from these videos but I cannot.
I cannot selfishly throw your pain away from a nightmare that I once gazed in the ocean in the 90’s wondering about.
I remember your March, October and December.
I remember your 2004, 2010 and 2011.
I know that there were others in different times and places but my mind pulls on these remembrance.
Not as a mere history post or a robotic where were you when but as a heart to heart vibration of sympathy.
I am sorry that my desires became your tragedy.