Academic journal article Hecate

'Dive'

Academic journal article Hecate

'Dive'

Article excerpt

I am standing on the edge of a ledge. I giggle, and my mirth flecks with little silver fish darting from reef safety to sea below. The waves lick my calves and I dig my toes into the weeds and barnacles. My ankles are cool and the sun is warming my shoulders and back.

I am standing on the edge of a ledge. This world. My towel, white thongs, 'peaches' shorts with tight pockets for ice-cream money and lotion. No people. They are afraid to swim near the rocks. They gather reassuringly near the surf club, the shelters, the flags and the panel vans; having pointless conversations about friendship rings, engagement rings, eternity rings, anklets that announce your belonging to another. Conversations dependent upon the absence of motion, the maintenance of the circular.

There, another world. Deep, cool, pristine - and salty. I am no longer a girl, a young woman, a body. I swim underwater longer than anyone I know. My arms by my sides I am streamlined, I ripple fish-like, seal-like through sun spears. …

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