By Megan Shea
“My Friend” first appeared in Curry Arts Journal 2006.
Your body is the color of the sky
Before a storm, and the calm
Of the pristine blue ocean
Enhances your peaceful nature.
The squeaking of your
Voice is like a laugh
That goes on forever. When
You open your mouth,
All I can picture is a smile ear to ear.
Beneath it all,
You are intelligent
And friendly, willing
To fly through the air
As you show off your tricks;
The waves that come crashing
Up and down from all the
Splashing are pure enjoyment.
If I could travel
The ocean on your back,
I would; swim beneath the
surface of the fresh salt water
With you and the schools of fish,
I would; see the beautiful
Sights on the sandy bottom with you. I would.
I can see them now, the multicolor seashells
And coral of all different heights
And shapes. They are as perfect as you.
I’d hold on to your pointed fin
And start an adventure, if I could;
Enjoy a ride with the sun streaming down
On our backs, or the moon illuminating
A path for our destination.