We can all understand it now like we couldn’t before,
That height is not the issue just as always force.
Screaming, plunging invading army,
From the sea, from the sea.
Undefended north at the mercy,
Of the never again tide.
The one that provides the nightmare and the warning,
That strikes recklessly where it can kill the most.
I have seen not once but twice the fear,
That echoes in the eyes of those who survive.
That senseless understanding cannot be ordered,
Cannot be swept away and cannot be told.
Unable to be free of the seas hold,
Even in rebuilt homes and cleaned up streets.
But that is a long way off, a dream, a myth.
First there comes safety, then the physical comfort,
Of blankets, food, water, baths and kind thought,
From strangers alien and unable to know,
That this ocean will never recede,
But always dance,
Just below the eyeline waiting for it’s next chance.
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