This Waking Guilt

Climate Change, nature, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
On first sight, I see
that the surf rolls up light 
like rice into sushi and
that the disingenuous sun 
has one bright blade
dissecting sea from sky.
I see that the clouds puff 
darker grey on the broad cheek 
nearest to the headland’s blunt fist.

I see it all. 

But when I come again 
with intent to save the world
the sea is glossy, brylcreem slick
and in its oily mirror,  
I find a different story
of deep tumult 
far beneath the surface:
the washed rainbows
of tuna flanks,  swimming hard 
from aluminium prisons.

Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt “beneath the surface”

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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9 thoughts on “This Waking Guilt”

  4. You had me at “brylcreem!” (As a little kid, I had that junk put in my hair against my will and I hated it! 😀 ) This poem is a primer on how to create surreal imagery. You’re an artisan with words. Just incredible stuff. 🙂

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