A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I know how it feels to stand alone on pale sand, 
watch the tide retreat further than ever (you see, 
I felt the sense of loss before even you knew it approached)
and then to watch as the tsunami builds,
towering above me. I cannot outrun the mightiest
of ocean waves, so I eschew indecorous attempts at escape
(I’ve never understood the point of screaming).
Tears drip as I await the moment of impact,
and all the loss and pain of the inevitable.  I wonder
if this force of nature will remember me 
as brave
or foolish
or if I am but another grain of sand on its beach.