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The water is warm,
muddy and sulfurous.
It spins and jerks me.
I can’t see.
I struggle for breath.
I gulp some, salty and foul.
My arms are useless.
Objects strike me,
I feel cut, poked and punched.
Something smacks my left eye.
Then I stop.
My body upside down, pinned
against something flat –
a wall.
A car, or what seems a car
pushes against me
then slides away.
Finally, the wall breaks apart,
and the water pitches me to the surface.
I gulp for air.
I look around.
I see only the tops of palm and mango trees.
Is this some new faraway place?
Is this the end of the world?
I recall the prophecy:
On Judgment Day, mountains will rise into the air
like balls of cotton.
But the mountain peaks are still solidly in place.
Perhaps instead, a natural disaster has done the damage.
A tsunami, it is called.
I know the term from the Discovery Channel.
Commissioned by Haven Trio through the Chamber Music America Classical Commissioning Program, with generous funding provided by The Andrew W. Mellon Foundation and the Chamber Music America Endowment Fund.
© 2016 early antique music. All rights reserved. Lyrics for TWINGE adapted from “The Day the Sea Came” by Barry Bearak, from The New York Times, November 27, 2005 © 2005 The New York Times. All rights reserved. Used by permission and protected by the Copyright Laws of the United States. The printing, copying, redistribution, or retransmission of this Content without express written permission is prohibited.