The cartons and the styrofoam
left on the beaches
birds fluttering over the sea
the rumble of the clouds
the transient rain that could fill thousands jugs with water
dread and apprehensive
over the hourglass reciting the story of the man from the sea
insatiable, whooping, hollering to the roustabouts
stew or lentils as a dish?
is there a commune anywhere anytime real?
indignant to those who don’t understand pollution
those who smatter and josh, who do indiscretions
who are not solemn
is it going to be a chequered flag in life anytime soon?
a success perhaps?
perspiring in a savour of glint and a glare because of the ability to help others.