Wednesday, October 19, 2005

A Girl's Best Friend

In my thirtieth year, a smooth, red being came into my life:


I have trouble explaining how good it feels to paddle him, how right. Sometimes I feel like I'm out of an ancient illustration, where the creatures of the sea rise up from the water and push a boat before them. Dolphins leap and Sirens call, except it's only us and the ducks and the herons. The way he cuts through water, the way he tracks and the way he keeps going after I've stopped applying pressure...It's a beautiful thing: a girl and her boat.

Alexis in Tank and the river full of bouyants.