“Can you breathe?” the man said.
“Yes, I think so,” I replied.
“You’re okay, it’s gonna be alright.”
He made my panic subside.
Once back on land, I realized
the man was me, inside my mind.
In the moment when I was almost lost
I found calmness of the warmest kind.
Trusting my capable instincts
is a gift of the highest order.
I trust my man will resurface
at every perilous border.