Somewhere Off Baja This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The imitation Indiglo watch

reads 2: 46 a.m. A small silhouette

is cast onto the ocean from an

even smaller boat. Looking

over the stern, the face of

a lady looks back. A beautiful

lady, with skin pale like

moonlight, a being not

bound by time. Seeking

solace in her gentle rocking,

just like ancient mariners

hundreds of years before

me.



As the bow slices through

a swell, the ocean around

turns a phosphorescent green,

and after several seconds, fades,

keeping perfect time

with the next swell. Dying

away, to be calm for only a

second, before churning

back to life with color.



The gentle breeze kicks up,

drawing the lingering clouds away

like a curtain, revealing the

timeless performance of the

stars. The great rulers, hunters

lovers, and animals staged

in their endless performance

against a black silk cloth.

Alone, I make a small but

attentive audience. For if

you listen, and watch closely,

endless things will be revealed.



The hand-held radio, playing

almost mutely informs

me of the tragedy of everyday

life. " ... three shot, two dead."

"forest fires rage out of control ..."

"officer killed by cult ..."

I turn it over and rip out

the batteries.



My watch being over,

I head down below,

with only dreams to

look forward to.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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