Tsunami Warning. A poem by Úna Kavanagh

We watch the wave
Far, far away
On an Eastern horizon.
Eventually we run
To a standstill
Calling to those still standing,
Still watching,
Still playing, swimming, boasting,
What can a wave do?
We’ll ride it out!
It’s washing over Southern shores,
Great inundations,
Relentless.
This will be you, they say,
And they are sad.
But we hope,
We hope,
And wait,
Make heroes,
Become a nation once again.
And all the while,
In the darkness,
Venus is magnificent.