Tell me,
what do you see —
driftwood bobbing with
the flow of the Moon-swept tide,
or salmon defying the currents
and swimming uphill
towards the North Star?
Tell me,
how will you be —
camouflaging, bleating
and blending in with the chorus,
or skipping like a carefree
child to the beat
of his own drum?
So, tell me,
is what you see how you will not be?
Photo by Cameron Stow
