Flotsam and Jetsam

Flotsam,
an accident,
cans loosed by
twenty foot combers,
climb and fall,
climb and fall,
bow skidding
into the trough.
Keys, wallet,
lines, adrift,
unleashed by a
chance slip.

Jetsam,
debris heaved
for cause,
life lightened.
Entanglements cut free.
Remora friends
and eight-armed guilt,
drift to a cobalt gyre.
Baggage to lose,
so years are
not an itchy wake.

Trouvaille Review Oct. 28, 2021