Over the 2017 Holiday season my mom and I were in our backyard checking on the garden when we heard the noise of a plane. It sounded unusually close. It was a skywriter, with only the letter H revealed. Maybe “Happy Holidays”? What could they be writing up in the sky over Redondo Beach on such a beautiful sunny day? Then the letter O. Then P. Then E. Looking into the sun not knowing what I would capture, I took this photo. Shortly after, I wrote the following poem.
Reflection
I look
in the mirror
and see
Twenty-five
Fifty-five
Ninety-five years
I am wise
One hundred ten
One hundred sixty
Two hundred pounds
I am strong
Five two
Five ten
Six feet
I am responsible
Brown eyes
Blue eyes
Green eyes
I am hope