Tsunami

The waves come like a beastly hand,

Gently dragging the sand away.

And we watch as the hand tries not to hurt us

By making sure we're between those fingers

As it drags the sand away gently.

But sometimes

He places his hand there

And refuses to take it away.

Sometimes

He gets possessed by the ghost of the wind

And rises from the water,

Mad and ugly.

Sometimes

He realizes his own madness and goes into timid hiding.

But other times,

He rises and keeps on rising

Until his feet comes out.

Then he walks over buildings

And bridges

And those red umbrellas on the beach.

Then he shakes skyscrapers

And the glass falls like fruits from a tree.

The waves come like a beastly hand,

Gently dragging the sand away.

And sometimes,

It drags away more.