Flotsam Jetsam Tides

We float amidst the flotsam and jetsam Seemingly immune to the debris field Moving past the invisible, the hushed, Focused only on the we, of us Our minds deny the truth of what we see Refuses to face the rising of the waves Cannot hear the crushing surfs refrain “I’ve come again…..again…..a g a I n……” We walk with naked feet on fresh-wet sand Listen to the sound of stone-roll band And wonder why it is we can’t abide The rising of the flotsam-jetsam tides