Plastic floating back and forth,
against ocean waves pushing it away from the plant and animal life it has sworn to protect,
it crashes against the beach,
crushing sand castles left by young children playing in the sun,
litter of the ocean,
must have come from across the way,
where rafts of yellow manufactured plastic are life giving opportunities,
rafts that struggle against the waves and weight of some people’s world,
floating back and forth,
powerful ocean waves determine its direction,
clashing with the ocean tides,
it struggles to find a balance,
shreds of yellow plastic float to shore,
clothing of children existing no more,
an overlooked reminder of man-made injustice.
An engaging poem of witness. I’m struck by how this poem starts with evoking the disaster of plastic liter in the ocean, then moves into images of plastic being used (rafts, dinghies) as a means of life-saving escape for so many.
Poignant!