Paddling My Own Canoe
Today I tried again to write about Moloka'i, but the sea was there beyond the open door. I picked up the fins, mask, and snorkel and went down across the sand and rocks in front of my house, then swam out past the reef. I floated face down, watching and motionless over the depths, ankles twined, arms crossed under my forehead, and dozed off into a light sleep. When I opened my eyes a dozen fish were hovering under me - uhu, maiko, palani, manini, kihikihi. They thought I was a drifting log and found shelter there beneath the quiet hulk.
Audrey Sutherland, Paddling My Own Canoe