Sea Change Poem by Mark Heathcote

As he gazed back at her scornful
Some flotsam and jetsam pearl grit
She thought that the sea was immortal
A far-off wave he upon it.

She thought for a moment he'd swim
The entire breadth of the ocean
But I guess it was just a whim
Some manifested emotion.

But seas change direction; don't they
So she swam an inlet outshore
And his hard coastline wasn't ofay
Nothing is black or white anymore.

And that's how she, drown they all say.