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Snorkelling before the diving

July 26

Marang, Malaysia

 

 

"The divers will all get together for a collectively choreographed vomit"  predicted Neal after tonight's meal.  & Andrew, it seems, has a fantasy about being wrapped in a plastic bag and having a whole group of people throw up on him.

 

              ???

 

***

 

We swam into a shower as fresh as a spring rainfall on the prairies: hundreds of thousands of tiny green fish raining down upon us, scales capturing the refracted rays of the tropical sun

 

              under the sea

 

& I am breathing  (tho the fish have more convenient gills).

Malaysian Boats
  My diving gear is awkward, but not so awkward that I am distracted from the spectacle of raindrop fish.

 

& I am swimming with the little electric blue fish

...the ones with the brilliant yellow tails

...the ones from the pet stores when i was a child

...like the one I took home one day in a thin plastic bag

...to set free in my nine gallon aquarium     freedom is relative

 

...these fish have a whole world

...even if I can't see their world

...except with mechanical effort

 

& it took an effort to sink

breathing in/out.

Malacca
  not enough out. 

i am possessive of the oxygen in my lungs, and it keeps me floating

                        up

              up

 to the surface

            down

             down

to the bottom of the sea

 

 

& I have finally bottomed out. A level plane is a matter of perspective too.  A perspective easily enhanced by an environment that magnifies.   

                

Those fish swam free

 

              I do not want to have.

Nadine and Anna snorkles ready
.. 

              ???

               anything

               (except maybe the oxygen in my tank at any given moment)

 

& while I have been sick--violently rejecting the food I consumed--there was no choreography to my performance.  & perhaps the loss of one meal is worth it, because this afternoon I did not open my mouth to consume those raindrop fish...

                     no

                     we were exchanging stories

                     the sea and i 

                         & my words were bubbles of compressed air

 

 

July 28

Marang

 

theophilosophically speaking, I believe the soul inside each one of us speaks a story; in the end, the two--story and soul--are indistinguishable.

 

...& with its tiny island campong and its beaches, its corals and its fishing boats, this island is like a strong deceptively simple fable.  Quietly hinting at the prospect of other worlds and other meanings...

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Snorkelling before the diving
Snorkelling before the diving
Malaysian Boats
Malaysian Boats
Malacca
Malacca
Nadine and Anna snorkles ready
Nadine and Anna snorkles ready
Marang
photo by: alvinmonteiro