The runway is dark — no flights in or out today
in the distance crackling lightning races across the sky

and pierces the curtain of tumbling raindrops
tossed by the unrelenting howling wind

the strobe blinds me and etches the outline of my body
against my bedroom wall for a fleeting second

then the rumbling boom rattles my window
scattering echoes like scudding waves around me

The room is dark — sleep eludes me tonight
a swirling storm in the deepest recesses of my mind

tossing spinning monochromatic images
of Hiroshima Shadows etched on city walls and sidewalks

by that deadly blinding scorching atomic blast
pulsing a million red-hot typhoons for an eternal second

I yearn for the gentle embrace of warm onsen waters
to soothe my raging emotional turmoil

 

 

 

Inspired by a friend’s visit to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial and her being stranded at Kansai International Airport when typhoon Hagibis struck Japan