Reading Wallace Stevens, a remarkable poet previously featured on Poet-in-Residence, but one whose lines at times go on a beat too far (perhaps a result of his career in insurance), and having at the same time the latest Italian earthquake in mind, Poet-in-Residence cast his thoughts back to the long ago days of the great Indian Ocean tsunami.
There are not that many poems which deal with the proverbial nuts and bolts, the hidden depths and heights; indeed the crux of the subject. The subject in this case being natural disaster, otherwise known in Old Testament parlance as 'the Wrath of God'.
High time then to address the issue. Better, as people say, to be late than never.
Christmas in Sri Lanka
Searching among the beach huts
and stores where the snakes
have left their skins on the floor
and Arthur C Clarke has greeted
the aid-workers move
with aid-workers' smiles
evoking spectrums of violet
in which thousands of eyes,
in one mind, speak at once
but there's nothing to say
other than knowledge
of when the seas will breathe out
with short breaths