Going Postal...

Adrift on a brown paper swell,
I found myself a castaway
In the waves of a corrugated ocean
Of my own making.
Packages flooded the floor--
In blocky and rocky outcrops,
Sticker-coated surfaces smothered
In parcel tape and postage stamps,
Proclaiming warnings in red type.
Perhaps I need to be wary - more cautious
Of the many irksome paper cuts--
A glimpse of a white here and there,
Another angled fin corner.
The envelop mouths of  sharks
lurking beneath packing tissue sea-foam
My origami boats became shipwrecked
(I still missed the mailman!)