Oceans Apart

I am driftwood
an empty bottle
tossed about on the currents.
For now, I float along in the sunshine;
but I remember the swirling vortex
of millions of gallons of salty water
pressing me down to the dark, sandy floor.
I remember you
sailing above me
a god -
out of reach,
out of breath,
out of time...
You didn't save me.
I saved myself.
And maybe I
                      will climb onto the warm
wooden boards of your deck and lie there,
panting
while the blue sky pours warmth back into my body.