What the Currents Bring

 

Teal to sapphire hues shimmer
under scattered sun diamonds,
black islets standing guard.

White froth frolics with seagulls
swooping for a flash of silver,
rising triumphant into azure

streaked with distant clouds.
Fishing boats bob along,
rise and fall, then rise and rise

with an unseen flicker of twisting
beneath. Thirty feet and rising
a vast current brings with it

seeped poisons from fractured
barrels left behind decades ago,
unaccounted and forgotten.