What Happened to the Bulkhead

After looking at album after album of scenic photographs, I'm tired. During the past two hours I've hiked in Utah, climbed through the wild flowers at Mt Rainer, even stood and listened to Hillary Clinton giving a speech in Seneca Falls, New York. It was summer and 93 degrees. She wore a beige jacket and didn't look bothered by the heat and the sun bearing down.

Finally I stared at myself at the age of three . Who is that person? And why don't I recognize her at that age. The black and white tones faded. The other two children are unknown to me, yet here we are all seated on a bulkhead waiting for the future.