The Crawling Ocean
By Eva A
A whisper, a sound in the shallow salty water of the beach.
The ocean, a home for a baby who one day finds his head in a plastic bin bag.
A shine, some silver, an empty milk thrown carelessly into the sea.
A crash, a bang.
The sound of plastic and sand along with the waves on the beach I care for.
Nobody sees the whales as I do.
When they jump up, a bottle cap follows.
On the beach I care for, I pick up papers, of fake picnic menus, left and long forgotten in this sea of plastic.
Most people know how to care for the ocean, but some are still throwing litter through the sand, through the waves as carelessly as birds making nests in the spring.