Island Dreams

I smell spirit sweat. I taste spirit spit. I am high in this world where spirits walk. Where, They can guide you, calm you down, and I follow them willingly into the River.


I swim in the Community Pool while kids are having swimming lessons. a lane all to myself, next to parents sitting in the bleachers. It was like swimming in public pools as a kid—the chlorine and bright water and children yelping and splashing—and I remembered techniques I had learned as a kid. I cupped my hands freestyle swimming and let my arms relax as they pulled through the water. I breathed and didn’t breathe. I kicked my feet and became limber and intoxicated. When I got out I was light all over and too soft for ground; it was difficult to walk. I am remembering how to be young.