by Daniel Lassell
It was the motion of her body as she lurched into the waves. The tree lines breezed slowly and the droplets beaded on our paddles each time they reached for the sun. In their descent to greet the current, some dripped off sooner. There, the droplets mingled away, unrecognizable in the vast and splashing body that called them back. The swirl the water made when the paddles joined them reminded me of us.
Hawaii Pacific Review 