Monday, January 07, 2013
Thousand: Nine Hundred Eighty-Six
slip back under. Just as it disappeared, a second fin, slightly farther away, rose, the tip sparkling where the sun caught in the water on the skin. “I see them,” I remember saying and turned to my mother. She didn’t see them. It made me think, if she’s staring right at them and she doesn’t see them, what else doesn’t she see that’s right in front of her face? Only later did I think to wonder that about myself. Now I figure it happens all the time. The dolphins will take us to the place we’re supposed to end up.