Flotsam

Flotsam

The world washed up on an unwalked beach,
its equator on a slant. One whole hemisphere
was weighed down with concretions. Torn
from its moorings, it had been tossed,
a living globe of flotsam, for long æons.

What agency had severed the ropes
was long-forgotten. Its denizens looked
down on sea-glazed sand, and wondered.

A wave came in. The whole world rocked
uncertain, on foundations new and strange.

Poem by Giles Watson, 2014.