Adrift
the buoyant dingy whistles
leaking,
having rescued self from the sinking vessel
and pointed toward an aborted course
the molecules use their memory
to fashion triumph from misadventure.

Peering sky high into the blue
there is no god denying heaven to you,
or
suggesting rapture with the deep.
Nevertheless, you cannot sleep
for choosing between jumping ship
and someone coming to find you.