I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising results …



I’m hidden in the darkness                                   
walking unseen in sunlight

if I take my shades off
people are surprised

so I replace them
and disappear into obscurity

it’s a gift of to be undetected
until someone trips over my feet

because I haven’t seen them
behind their dark glasses


                                                                                           photo by Jon Weston


9781771333054_FC ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, 2016.


About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she is now living in Shawnigan Lake, BC. She is married to Robert, an accountant, and they have three sons, Andrew Jon Mark ... and two cats, Alice and Chaucer. Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more... Clarity House Press has published several of her chapbooks including: Berry and the Birthday Band (2010) One of These Little Ones (1987) – out of print Cuernavaca Diary (1990) – out of print Seasons (1993) – out of print Watch-night (2005) – out of print
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2 Responses to Sunglasses

  1. Francine Wallace says:

    So may ways of fleeing the crowds these days, but we keep trying to make cities the cat’s meow.
    Let me know if you get this comment lovely Joanna.

  2. I got it indeed, and happy that you like the poem. And some cities are more a dog’s dinner
    than a cat’s meow:-)

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