The sea in crisis

That day the sea was silent, content,
when a trilby hat was safe,
water stayed in a bucket
and a jetty hastened in on wheels
to say welcome.

Today the sea is in turmoil
exhausted with it's burden.

So many needing to be kept afloat
wanting to be washed onto an alien shore
to dream of castles built of brick.

So many small shoes to find and lay to dry
on a flat rock.