I’m lost at sea.

Head.

Bobbing.

Vision half filled with water.

Lungs.

Gasping.

Alone, a cast away.

Lifeboats circle.

They toss me a line.

The line wraps around my neck. I’m choking.

“You have to try!” Says the well-meaning ship captain.

I choke some more on their generosity.

Head.

Bobbing.

I don’t quite remember.

What it’s like.

To walk on solid ground.

Yet, I’m still not a good swimmer. Just used to my

Head.

Bobbing.