Lost At Sea

Dense salt water suspends my wooden home
between the realms of sea and sky,
A world of water surrounding my rudimentary lifeboat,
My timber life-support swirling, drifting,
migrating towards an endless horizon,
Alone, so alone.
A cloudless sky offering no protection against the unrelenting sun,
Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. 

Trapped in this paradisiacal nightmare I wish to awake from,
For what seems like a dozen never-ending days,
The emptiness induces me to travel and excavate within me.
Uncovering locked rooms and treasures troves I had either hidden or mislaid,
Remembering a lifetime of memories.
A mental slideshow of my life.
My first day at school.
Lazy hazy days in the sun.
Mental and physical bruises.
Regrets, accomplishments, events.
I become the whole world. 

Unsure how long my meagre provisions will keep me going,
Possessing a selection of tins but many miles away from an opener.
I stand and scream out until my voice is hoarse.
Praying to a God I never previously believed before,
I talk to Him but the sky is empty. 

Any moment I suspect the dormant behemoth
beneath me will rise and cease this purgatory.
Splintering and exposing my little brittle boat for what it is.
Hope dissipates. Reserving strength.
My eyes scour for a disparate patch of colour on the blurred horizon.