Flung together into the ocean,
some found safety,
some disappeared from sight
and some stayed alongside her
as she clung, disrobed and
white-knuckled, to debris.
The future shrank to terror, of
salt-eyed thrashing through
mountainous waves and needle-sharp rain.
Darkness tore her to unearthly spheres,
ravening lions, bulls of Bashan,
starless, infinite stretching of night.
Hands beneath, above, around, she
gasped at raw morning air and
saw the faint, tangerine-tinged horizon.
Silverstreaks 