Photograph by Wayne Fisher I cradled the blue-footed Booby in my arms as something more powerful than either of us held our bodies in a watery float, slightly above the deep ocean floor off his Galapagos islands.
"This is the genesis," he said. "It is the spot on earth where it all began, and it remains the key to all of your todays, and inter-todays where you will fold upon yourself in layers of life, until you become yet another current in space."
As he spoke brain to brain, no movement of mouth, I stared down below when he talked about the powerful water currents I watched collide beneath us, like rushing rivers in an ocean. He heard my mind spread in awe, then he repeated, "Genesis. Cradle me and feel my bulk so you may always feel grounded to your inception... your beginnings."
And as I awoke I felt the comfort of him, the knowing of him, the heft of him, still in my arms.
"This is the genesis," he said. "It is the spot on earth where it all began, and it remains the key to all of your todays, and inter-todays where you will fold upon yourself in layers of life, until you become yet another current in space."
As he spoke brain to brain, no movement of mouth, I stared down below when he talked about the powerful water currents I watched collide beneath us, like rushing rivers in an ocean. He heard my mind spread in awe, then he repeated, "Genesis. Cradle me and feel my bulk so you may always feel grounded to your inception... your beginnings."
And as I awoke I felt the comfort of him, the knowing of him, the heft of him, still in my arms.
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