Waiting for the Tsunami

From Belgium and from Switzerland
From Deutschland and the UK
They’ve driven
They’ve brought their homes
On four wheels
To the waters edge
To the very place
That will be covered
When the Tsunami hits

They seem to wait
Cycling a bit, chatting a bit
Sitting in fold-up deck-chairs
With fold-up solar panels
Outside their motor-home doors

Their work, over
No place, anymore, to call home
The nomads of the early 21st century
Travellers with satellite dishes
But nothing to do
Needing, most likely
To DO nothing
But to reflect

Time to meander
To allow mind to . . .
. . . to catch up
Assimilate its life
Its years being in control
Bringing it where?
Here
In a car-park
Next to mud-flats or sand-dunes
Looking out to sea
Expecting something perhaps
But beyond any real hope
As they pour their thermos flasks of tea, or coffee
Or something stronger
Depending on their origin, the temperature
Their temperament
Learning about being
In their own unique way
Waiting for the Tsunami

 

Keith Beasley
5.1.08

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