I am learning my lessons well.
Reflected in ancient tidal pools
I see how shallow I am.
The numberless stars say
I do not count for much.
The September moon casts sharp pine shadows across
It is so far above me.
Dolphins smile, knowing they are superior beings.
Eyeing me, they dive deep,
demonstrating I do not see beneath the surface
Even the sand fleas make me twitch like a puppet.
To be free, I must be free of me.
To make sure I understand.
It plans to kill me.
Text by Tullio DeSantis