Her body covered in water becomes buoyant when she reaches
displacement’s counterpoint to gravity. When the hands part
the water, the fan from head to torso, an arc is made,
and there is movement—something alive. Water
beneath and above. The same light that strikes the earth
strikes the body, this body, and then she breaks out
into open air, to an emptiness, her form in her wake,
she strokes the water’s surface as though it were another
body with needs.