The Windless Sea

A current pulls a fishing net
Across the windless sea
Snaring life and habitat
Over the ocean floor
A bundle of captured dead things
Sandy, salty twitch
Strangled by the ambiance
Of lifeless, swirling fish

The sails are drawn
The oars are gone
The splintered boards float away

The crew scatters
From the empty raft
As if they were insects
Or scurrying rats
In all directions
Except to shore
To an unknown landing
And unseen form