and then a shattered window is opened,

brilliant specs of light

come bursting through the rubble

exposing the devastation.

a Tsunami tidal wave

abandoned innocent humpback whales

and bluefish on shore,

tortured human babies,

confused puppies with

two-week old petrified sparrows

innocently

brutally

washed to sea.

but soon after

a patched up window would cautiously open,

bashed and pelted random fingers

grasping shafts of moonbeams unfolding,

then hundreds extended in dignity, pointing:

-to where nurses were baking fresh brown bread

-to where Fukushima farmers offered sweet drinking water

-to where Tokyo razorblade punk-gangsters were nurturing babies

-to where Hiroshima mothers bravely forged upstream

-to where orphaned little league kids grasped a floating door

-to where Banyan trees were untangling from twisted roots

-to where island ochre sands began receding then extended

-to where gardens and ashrams became waterproof and secure once more

-to where volunteers from Sweden and Canada

climbed aboard wooden ships

setting sail for Japan.

and then the mended window at last opens,

as the world once again swells

gratefully to breathe,

glowing with solidarity,

only now a finer resurrected paradigm

of colossal unity.

December, 2011 Delray Beach, FL

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