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.