Outside an ocean roar
Constantly remind us
Journeys likely end here
Waves form, crest then crash
Water bound occupants
Are tossed ashore
Probably not resembling
Anything like they were before
Just soggy, rag dollish remnants
Unless they vessel tumble in
As a bottled-up message
If not curiously alluring
Most beachcombers leave
Well enough alone
Shorebirds might dig
This smelling muck
Searching for the prize inside
Handsomely rewarded
For their American picker effort
What’s the old saying?
‘You snooze, you lose’
…Lest we forget ~
One powerful wave may snatch
These random heaps back
Into its briny bath again
For more agitation cycles