One Sea, Two Views Yasmin Nayrouz I was by the sea When she asked me What do I see I see water and sunshine and a never-ending horizon But she viewed the sea much differently than me She saw the waves like flames The darkness of its depth and the fear of being lost I asked her why She began to cry with a different lens on her eye Each teardrop added to the waves her vision blurry—a haze silver dripping down her face I wiped her eyes to help her see There is beauty in this unforgiving sea
24 | Perception
