The world can’t see me like this.
Not again.
The people who look, a given,
but certainly not the ocean—
the moon, the sunset, the tide.
They have known me in a different life.

You took my talk as truth,
and proposed a compromise.
So I donned an unfamiliar sweatshirt,
a black cap and glasses.
Though you had nothing to hide from
By any stretch or reach
You and me went incognito to the beach.