This poem is about environmental concerns and ocean pollution.
Is it Plastic?
That quivering see-through thing,
smushed into the sand.
At first glance, it looks
amongst the plastic fork wrappings,
bits of driftwood, a cracked solo cup
and three or so cigarette butts.
Belonging to the wetness between
sand and sea.
But upon closer inspection,
it becomes clear that this is not the case.
This is a thing at odds with its
Flopping on the sand, thrust from the
sea along with the rest,
In the water it must have been
beautiful, a soft-spoken
alien, elegant and
On the sand it droops and begins to shrivel.
I walk away and when I come back
it has disappeared into the sea.
Leaving only plastic behind, which can’t so easily