We Know How to Swim / The Love Float

I found myself flailing and sinking against black crashing frothy waves again.  The sea was cold and churning as I grasped for the ladder rung to pull myself out onto the warm sunny love float right in front of me.  My fingertips clasped it, then could not hold on as wave after wave seemed to knock me off course, back into the terrifying murk as I struggled.  And then I heard a voice, calling to me, over the sounds of the sea and the wind and my own pounding heartbeat, gasping breaths, spinning thoughts, “You know how to swim!  Come here and I’ll help pull you out!” 

I swam over, reached out and grabbed the warm hand being offered, held on and used my strength and theirs to lift out, one foot, the next, onto the dock scramble scramble and collapse, exhausted, relieved, grateful, and at peace on that float.  Breathing.  

And I stayed there for a while, thinking that maybe next time I find myself in the sea I’ll remember how to get out a little more efficiently.  Or maybe I won’t.  And then I just lied there, enjoying the sun while it lasted.  I’m gonna keep going.

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