World Oceans Day
Reclaimed Horizon Groaning gyres churn up regurgitated bags of chips, and whatever else we’ve clotted our life support with. Each to be stolen, not by the turning tide, but by the cry of a roaming lifetime, suspended in an acidified abyss. Reef rendezvous reluctantly reveal their stress, as pale as polygnas. In the depths of deep blue, chip bags choke and chap a tsunami. Ashore, backwater bioluminescence is shaded by a lampshade of lays. Lagoons held together by chip clips, robust and rigid, yet fragile and delicate. Mangroves minced by the thinnest of aluminum foil, bottled up and paralyzed in plastic. Sailing shells close with confirmation took the same name, washed into alienation. The ocean’s charm listened to a reclaimed horizon as it called for beautiful busy with the fingertips of going back.