Two drinks and
I'm goofing off,
Showing how I can
Balance on the rail.
Then I slip and
I'm underwater,
In stars,
Suffocating and swallowing cold water,
Uncertain which way is up.
I find air and catch my breath,
Awareness coming back to me
And I see the lumbering cruise ship already far in  the distance.
I hear some vague yelling.
I think, They'll come back for me,
As panic sets in and the chill tugs at my skin.
I wonder how long I can tread water,
And how fast the ship can turn
To find me in the black.
I look up at the sky,
Encountering its magnificence,
As it and Triton encircle,
Welcoming me.

© Poem Fix 2012
Image: Bartjk

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