I have been watching, just like everyone else, the images of the disaster in Japan in what continues to remain a very dynamic and heart-wrenching situation.
Entire communities wiped off the face of the earth; survivors and rescuers who have to cope with what can't be easily coped with; a trauma without boundaries, whose unknown effects begin to unravel now.
Being part of this reality is an act of heroism in itself - any attempt to help others when one's own life is in danger is a gesture of infinite courage.
It's difficult to think of poetry under the circumstances, or indeed think of anything else except wishing for a positive evolution of events in the upcoming days. Except thinking of the people of Japan, at the time when everyone wishes them strong.
They are in my thoughts.