Tsunami

When I look back at it, I remember.

I remember that I could have run.

I could have turned my back on that force of nature.

I could have forgotten poetry —

a wave of mountainous proportions.

I could have been safe, happy and loved.

I could have let go and carried on.

I could have surrendered to life, accepted death

and been immersed in God.

But I looked at you and I saw.