Splintered driftwood carries me to shore

The gray-lapping foam of the blue beyond

Cradles my weary body to safety

To feel the grain of the oat-coloured sand

That pricks my skin

I lay there for a moment

Exhausted

I exhale

Thanking the gods from where ever

For letting me be still

Still in this tranquillity

Away, from the teeth and tendrils

That wish to plunge me

To the depths of the deep down below

I am relived

I am alive

I have survived.