wama

09.06.08

we are not only underwater but at the the very bottom of the sea. we are very small at the bottom of the sea. you sit with your back against a long tall coral pushing up towards the top the ceiling of water held down heavy by the sky. you bring your knees to your chest and wrap your hands around thighs and fingers clasp on top of kneecaps. me I’m across from you, slouching against a rock. I can’t get comfortable really and sometimes I turn upsidedown so my feet are higher than my heart draping over the rock and I can look up and pretend the ripples above are stars or planets instead of water, water and more water.

behind you a giant slumps around walking lazy and languid like some cool cat from the 1970s. his giant feet thunder and small creatures scramble to get out of the way. we are glad we are on the other side of things. he has a monster friend who is closer to his size than any other creature in the sea, so they have decided not to lay their quarrels aside and stick together. maybe they are on their way to a movie or something -- they seem more casual than angry. we small things at the bottom of the sea take this as a good thing. we can sit calmly for some time, just shoot the shit and not worry about big monsters and giants throwing fists at one another making our lives misery.

posted by la kara @ 00:39