SWIMMING IN AN ALKALI, ROCKY, heavy current river with Princess Di, a dead seal or otter on a sunny rock turns out to be Prince Charles.
Later, swimming downstream with her, toward a dam, a cry to get out of the current, come ashore on a sandy beach.
Snapping turtle sitting at the water sluice where the beaver had been in eerie, inviting, green river.
WHAT STARTS IN A 19TH CENTURY asylum atop Amoskeag Falls as part of an open house, except they’re trying to retain us, turns into escape as I go DOWN to the rushing water and somehow step out around the powerful whirlpool and cascades.
Aha! The unconscious: emotions!
EVERYTHING CRYSTALLINE. shoreline flowers in many shades and the greenest grass, the only clouds distant and low hugging the inland horizon.
Two halves of a partly open mussel rattle enclosing a pebble.
CLIMBING IN TROPICAL MOUNTAINS. Much water in pools and cascades. Other people. Flowers, too. An old mill or two. Quarries? Very beautiful, youthful – cool and sunny.
SWIMMING IN DEEP BLUE WATER, I suddenly panic before resigning myself. A strange kind of calm. Accepting survival as a gift, something inevitable for those who keep their wits first and let the shark decide.
I MOVE, LEAVE NO FORWARDING ADDRESS. There’s much water imagery.
I OVERFILL THE BATHTUB on Oakdale, 2 inches of water on the floor and Dad keeps getting in the way, trying to help … for some reason, he’s not angry. Hmm.
SWIMMING IN MOUNTAIN PONDS, looking down, even spying on other swimmers in ponds below surrounded by green forest, then, walking up from or even to those same pools and looking further up to where we had been which no longer appeared so lofty, again leaving me with a very warm feeling.
Jnana's Red Barn 