I am floating.
A world beneath me, the sun shining above me.
Water dances across my glowing skin.
A salty breeze catches my senses.
I feel alive.
Rocking back and forth, pulling toward the distant shore.
To come down from such a high would be a loss,
Though strong waves crash around me.
I get caught.
The current grabs hold of me,
Tossing, turning, tumbling through the world below.
Salt and confusion fill my senses.
I search for an escape, an outstretched hand.
Crawling on soggy hands and knees,
Beaten and bruised, covered on scars,
I shake the hand of my reality.