She went to the wall and sat on the cold hard concrete, oblivious to the light rain now falling. How strange that this was where she ended up all these years later, in the company of the same two men and eye to eye with the same tiger shark. Whoever thought that there was no synchronicity in this world was dead wrong.
Poem
Seven Ways of Looking at a White Shark
by Minnow Gray, age 20
(Many thanks to Wallace Stevens)
Beneath a following sea
my favorite moving thing
was the eye of a white shark.
I was of infinite minds,
like an ocean
in which there are white sharks roaming.
The white shark bulleted in the winter seas.
She was a small speck in a big picture.
A girl and a fish
are one.
A girl and a fish and a white shark
are one.
When the white shark swam out of sight,
it marked the start
of a long migration.
The current is moving.
The white shark must be swimming.
It was morning all day.
It was raining
and there would be thunder.
The white shark swam
in between the stipes of kelp.
Chapter 25
The Guest Book
Ohana: family, relative, kin group
