It’s world ocean day
A world of motion
Really we are a swaying water planet
We are but risen skeins of sunken Atlantis
This borrowed land, even its sand belongs to the seas
Poseidon considers land a disease
It is pleasing to him that his domain is earth’s surcease
Tsunamis crease into apocalyptic things easily
Spreading vast-winged along horizons, swallowing islands
Violence of salt, lungfuls of brine
Once we lived in that salt
Assaulted by sawtoothed things and sulphurous billows
Eels nestling in hollows next to pirate gold
Waiting to swallow unwary fish who don’t follow shoals
Eels, seals, peeling battleship hulls
Squid, brindled fish, brainlike corals, sorrel-seeming roots, spiral protozoans haunt abyssal zones, psychedelic thought forms like electric fronds cycle gelid foams
Goblin sharks nose bones of God knows which naval detachment, cloth still attached.
Billowing loams which consume galleons, conceal dubloons, Aztec plates
Talons fixed to a post a former parrot elapses into a parody of same
Unfettered from red feathers which tether such tender things to the air
Here gaunt in dalliance with dogfish below the gallons
The gallant wrecks which rex your sails flew for do not matter anymore
A crown on the ocean floor filled by a pate of sand
Once denizens of dry land compacted down to man’s original dust
The thrusting prows rust now, once proud dhows languish in anguish.
Dangling lures on silent water
Still so as not the frighten
Casting at angles, wires reed-tangled
Pure heightened concentration
Language of anglers
Sheer elation at a bite.
Alchemisland 
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