The sea
Foam like a bubble bath
Vehemence like my late-grandmother’s
Crashing and swirling
Swirling and crashing
A mesmerising blur of blues, blacks and greens
The sun
A veil of gold leaf on its quaking surface
A non-existent road to some place new
The beach
Fine yellow-white sand between your toes
And rocks bigger than your thighs
Tiny little shells
Crushed beneath your feet
The plastic
Like tiny floating jewels
Choking birds
Who swoop down
To catch the pieces between their beaks
Like jellyfish and mussels
Choking turtles
Choking you
Stomachs twisted
Organs bursting
Oceans drowning
Polyethylene fish
for supper?