(for Fukushima) I The earthquake jolts, urging me away from shore toward the wave. I want to cower, knowing I will soon dissolve in a

I reach out over the horizon, cracked and weakened by struggle and death and all that’s fallen. Daring to raise my eyes, I call out

Before memory, before violence, before the damage and the line that separates, before ancient stones and walls beneath the sea, there was awareness and the