Flotsam rides a changeful ocean
of extraordinary dimensions.
Unlike a Canute he'll not dream of
controlling the waves but
understand unscheduled upheavels
as gifts of his puzzling fate.

A magnifying glass bright as an atom-smasher
would reveal all his interactions
claiming splinters from his core
from his scrapes with shark and trawler
to the symbiotic embrace of oceanic love.

Familiar with chaos theory, Flotsam knows 
he may find himself at any point
on these moon-ravaged waters.
While the biggest planks of his species plough a set course
a destiny of sorts is to duck and dive.

Too sudden for a reasoned response
Lo! The fish-filled seas, fish-stripped.
Flotsam sees his kind now bob on every wave
jostling for- god knows what.
Wedded to a small agenda, Flotsam floats 
his ideas, faithful to a hand-built gnosticism.
Then again, voices like his are mere fading echoes
from a previous titanic wreck.