Tsunami

    by Carol Sanger

I fall into the whirlpool.
My thoughts cycle around mothers 
who lost children to chaos
who are now mad to save themselves 
so they can save the children 
still tied to their hands. 

I am pulled into its eye.
My thoughts cycle around children
who lost their mothers to chaos
who are now mad to save themselves
so they have find their mothers
who are crying somewhere.

I am swirling
reaching
grabbing for children.