Turtle Beach

1,000 megapixels of:
taffy air, grandma sun-hats,
pretty princess shovels—
poised and ready to dig
into summer’s snow.
A butter pecan froth,
hang gliding on gravity’s good will,
238,606 miles below the source;
a mutual relationship:
water and gravity—
g-force beats me into the ground
like the stake of a tent;
I am the parasite.
I could set my watch by it, the tide,
but time left me
—like a sundial after dark—
…back in some place called Kokomo.
I change to a telephoto lens.
Now, its it land on water or water on
land?
White on black or black on white?
I can never remember.
I switch to panoramic mode.
The horizon is a myth anyway, anyway.
just a point where
my eyes end and the sea begins
to stretch her quads.

Bridget Walsh, age 18
Buford, Georgia
N. Gwinnett High School (Suwanee)
Teacher: John Bush