Flying free, following a school of rainbow fish, I spin and turn in the water, like a kite stuck on air. Stopping, I watch a parrot fish attacking the coral. Below, a starfish crabs across a rock. The light shimmers, acidic over the surface: like a plasma field in glass. An octopus crawls up my arm, no nuisance until the shoulder, when I shake it free. I could live here on kelp and snatched salt fish. Returning to the surface is a shallow reward, my snorkel a thin lifeline to the mundane.
Added @ 03:59 PM to Diary category on September 02, 2000