On Ormond Beach
Upon this beach, the people saunter by.
Idyllic children play at water’s edge.
The warm wind blows its foam into my eyes.
My swimming fins sink quickly from this ledge.
And, lo! my body, buoyed by the salt
forgets. My mind has slipped the bony cage.
Free floating, spiny blob, I’m fish, default,
some centuries before from early age.
I’m orca, playing, as a human ought.
Suspended, I am Pisces lost to shore.
Steered by my fins, my eyes, as rounded lens
spin forth; no more aerobic carnivore!
But suddenly old Triton blows his horn;
I’m banished back to shore where I am born.