12.8.09

swimming again in my favorite place.

i have to make myself leave for here i lose all track of time, up and down, forget after a moment the salt in my nose the heaviness of the sea on my chest. up is down and down another dimension. when i raise my head from the water it is as if from a dream; i can barely remember if at all. through salt surrounded eyes i see a world of the most brilliant blue pricked by rays of streaming light.
perfect black fishes are gray circles floating in a loose school, a line and then the bright blue fishes too. i laugh at myself. i got myself to italy i am fighting the waves of the sea i am a mermaid
i am queen of the world.