Flotsam

flotsam from a foreign land

cast adrift upon the warm currents

junk blown across by the winds

rising and falling like the tide

coming to rest upon the shore

a rotting, swollen plank of wood

planted upright in the muck

covered with barnacles and crawling crabs

between the ocean and the land

motionless against the rolling surf

paper boats

little white wind boats

folded and fashioned by nimble fingers

set into the lapping water

floating off into the sea

sun waves burning on the surface

mysterious flames

dancing deep underneath the water

growing into dark stormy clouds

rising upon the horizon

lightning flashing

in thunderous heaven

by Hugh M. Lewis