Dreaming in the Field of Tohoku [Poem]
15 May
Her dream
was in the field
of water
it, too, bleached
ivory
an off-shore snow
of pearls
like beads
tumbling
through sea grit
cycling
scrubbed smooth
as ice sheets
not yet
the spoils
of Tohoku
retracting
erecting
pulling up
raising a wall
of silence
glacial in attitude
white-capped
the blast
meant to blind
the count
leave numbers
of bodies
a question mark.
Above
and elsewhere
clouds mass
a white-out condition
soundless
as birds touching
down
or tears
masking the dazzle
of breath
giving as it’s given.
Submitted by: Maureen E. Doallas
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas