14
Sea Dreams
Lauele
To wander mentally; to daydream.
Uncle Kahana turned and left me and ‘Ilima by a tide pool halfway between Piko Point and the shore. We watched for a moment as his slippahs slap, slap, slapped the lava rocks, his old man’s hammajang trunks hanging off his hips and hitched up again and again in time with his feet.
I stood and walked to the next large tide pool. After checking the area for wana, I decided to lie down on my stomach and peer over the edge. ‘Ilima came and lay next to me, head on her paws.
At first, I didn’t see anything. Gradually, as the memory of my shadow faded, the residents came out of hiding and business began as usual. Hermit crabs carried their homes on their backs, picking through the sand for delicacies too small for me to see. Out of the c
