Oceans of Faces

by Claris Wright

I am not myself today.

I am a towering palm tree,

gathering the hot sun

with my leafy fronds.

I am the white sand,

absorbing the laughter of teenagers

and the sharp whistle of a lifeguard.

I am a white-breasted seagull

soaring in the turquoise sky,

gulping in the tangy salt air.

I am a sun-bleached Levi jacket

warding off life’s sharp winds,

reflecting in dark Vuarnets.

I am not myself today.

Photo by Michael Deyholos