Undercurrents

Where toning bell remarks, on current state,
where ripples pass
and ebb and flow
and fast break against
the anchored link,
chained
to the undertow.

Where deep is dark, the past obscure,
where shadows lurk
and slink and hide
and slide around
the ribs of wrecks,
drowned
by the swirling tide.

Where motioned waves, disrupt the status quo,
where turmoils clutch
and claw and scream
and seal complete
the hold of hands,
claimed
by the beckoning fleam.