Abuela Dives the Wall

Abstract

You fall from the ledge of the boat backwards laden with weight you need. I am small and somersault, so there is a moment of confusion and a moment to quit before you purge your float of air, exhale and descend. As you leave the surface you lose memory of the world. What was heavy above and hard to carry, necessary to test, is comfort here. You enter the disguise of nothing, empty continent of ocean and all you want to do is dawdle, or suspend.