bodies. children. small, medium, more medium, less medium. brown, pink, black, white. wriggling, sliding, jumping, climbing, sitting, lying, crawling, swinging, rowing, waiting in perpetual motion, getting up, running, un settling, ever all over. water flying, droplets brilliant and as unpredictable and silver as mercury, in the sun. streams, jets, bubbles, rivulets, sprays, pools, splashes, drizzles, froths, spatters and squirts. mouths are open. calling, screaming, crying, gasping, laughing, catching shocked breaths of sea air. mothers hover over small lives. fathers hover over mothers hovering over small lives. water slides and jumping castles and rowing pools and obstacle courses with rope ladders, plastic pillars and plastic holes, small water catches along sides, at ends, at starts, collecting or emitting short limbs in or from small water. stretching, waving, swinging, pulling, holding, flailing, sunning, slowly turning berry brown. we lounge on the grass. the palms are huge, their shade adequate for our settlements of small circles with umbrellas, tables, folding chairs, cool boxes with icy tins of deliciousness. fizzy drinks, milkshakes of chocolate, beer, still water, sparkling litchi flavoured coolness and thick guava slush. fronds swing to and fro in the breeze. over on the other side the ocean is shiny and choppy, waves lively and busily rolling onto the beach. the sea sand is littered with mussel shells and green and brown bamboo. it smells like the ocean because this is where our ocean starts. water looks cold, is cold, but many figures disappear under waves and swells, over and over, only to re-emerge time after time from cyndi lauper's mouth; watch me, she says, watch me drag the moon into the water and sail on it, water dragging too, past my gills and salting my cheeks from the inside out. i flit past the waves and wave goodbye to them. sing them a song in silver and blue that rests like a bracelet at the bottom of the sea, unbreakable and sad, no
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