David Hockney

Anne in the Water At home with her secret aqua shoes nowhere near, she flashes in her pool, slicing edge to edge faster than normally allowed. Anne's mother watches from the window hating the uncomfortable speed. Those webs on her daughter's feet will become the doctor's problem this summer. At the ocean to celebrate Anne has different plans. Sand grinds her hidden scars, she stuffs rocks between her toes and waves a flawless arm to Mother. Anne hugs the wave, thanking it for not raising an eye. She nurses the watery anesthesia. Through the drowse of soaked lungs the ripples of excitemnt overcome her. She is calmed by her slow forward crawl. Carrie Cerri Back to the Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks