Poems ▸ Distraction - Chris Burchell


You drifted out with the receding tide,
Almost unnoticed.
So far from my coral shore,
That when I looked,
Nearly gone from sight, you were
But a tiny dot on the far hazy strand.

And I feared you lost to me forever;
Had travelled to a distant land,
By the Tsunami’s indifferent roar.
But then, at dusk, it was you I found,
And the warmth of you, as before,
Lapping at my feet on our ravaged land.

Chris Burchell