The selkie girl
has wide brown eyes
and soft fine hair
She seldom speaks
but her eyes hold oceans
She basks on sulit rocks
sheds her skin
to try on another
and is caught
Spends years of halfhearted bliss
Before coming to claim it again
Slips it on and it fits so well
Makes her way back seaward
but longs for the kiss
of sunlight on bare shoulders
one more time
and lays it down
only for a moment
She turns and it is gone again
She is caught again
She’s of half a mind
to dive in anyway
Magical pelts
being somewhat overrated