“Seahorse (excerpt)” by Myrna Greenfield
As a child, I watched as he slithered into the Atlantic, his crawl accentuated by the high
fly of his arms, an easy draw of the sea in his wake. The farther out he went, the quicker my
heart beat. He would switch to a float, his body bobbing on his salted bed. I squinted into the
Brooklyn sun and fixed my sights on the crown of his head, that tiny, bald spot, as he pushed
out past the amateurs until he was all by himself in the silent waters.
“Do you see him?”
“Yeah, Mommy, I see him.”
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Myrna Greenfield Artist Statement:
Brooklyn-born(e) and honed, New York shaped, Florida & Los Angeles painted, Israel rehomed, I’ve inhaled the scents of these places and witnessed the skies and their colors and saw how they enriched my vision.
