i ask are you annoyed with me, are you mad? because it was so calm and i wanted him to swim out to the horizon with me and he kept turning to shore and i kept turning him toward the other horizon. til we got far enough out and he swam back and waited while i luxuriated and stretched my bunched back muscles turning in circles and arcing. soul sweet the water. i remember i have a soul because the water blesses my soul and mister too though he may be a shore boy betimes. no he ain't mad. he swam to a spot a little south and looked in the direction he thought i was, a little more south, and i swam in the direction of his gaze and north where he could see me and follow me to the place we came in.