I stand alone on a beach
a vast, barren, sandy beach
with toes in dirt and grit
sits between my teeth
I'll grind them down to pieces 
As I wait, alone, on this parisidal parasitic beach. 

There's salt on my tongue
but I cannot taste.
There is a howling, screeching wind
cantering along
but I am deaf.
There is the smell of brackish pools
sweet and sour but I can't inhale it.
There is sand crawling between my toes
But I cannot feel. 

I can see.
It is approaching. 

The Tsunami. 

As I stand alone, numb, on this beach
facing it with all my courage- 
empty courage.
watching it grow.
Higher and Higher yet
a mighty wall of sea swirling against gravity
but like all things, it must come down. 

Not yet, still I wait facing it, hands clenched 
mind roaring and racing and ripping 
swirling sour nothingness. 

Her last breath. 

I'll drown, on this beach
this beautiful baleful beach.
Shock subsides surreptitiously
and that tidal wave of grief 
so dull and dead, 
dead as a phoneix being born, in me. 

It's falling now
overcast overhead
and soon I will feel what man most dreads.