There's a boat
above my head
as I sit under water
I hear someone call
I cannot clearly hear
but I can see
a hand reaching under the water
and grasping mine
I am awaken with senses
I realize what I must do
I cling onto the boat
with a man
who is covered in seaweed
but he is dry
because he came out of the water
he pulled himself out
and helped me
to help myself
he is quiet
an let's me talk
about nothing
and everything
all at once
our stories are similar
he begins to say
a look of hope in his eyes
they are blue
not like the tides
that once drown me before
but a blue of hope
a blue of a bright future
of him with me
on this boat
that will
hopefully
one day
reach the beach shore
