The ocean reminds me of you... its taste, like the sweat of you; sea-weed smooth as your skin. I wade into it, hesitantly... ducking into a wave like your armpit, coming up with saltwater running tears down my cheeks, filled with a sense of its vastness; a loneliness going back to the moment of creation. After awhile, reassured, I am able to give myself over in trust and let it carry me, hold me, take me along with it... rising, falling, rising, falling. Barbara Gregory (Pearlman) from "PROCESS" - "AFTERFLASH" 1979 |