Air Drop by Nicole Higgins

GPS, satellite phone, compass,
our captain we don’t believe.
It’s chance. We believe

only in our God. With water as witness,
our equilibrium falling in tandem
with a swooping helicopter dropping

to take pictures maybe, certainly to leave us
when we ask for help. Zoom out. Click.
We swallow distress with biscuits

and water from the sea or our bodies.
Taste Colgate from heaven and dehydration.
What propels this? Surveil this

mountain wave as the wind moves us
in a mutual direction. Close but not too close
yet close enough to see the bodies. Watch us

watch back and wonder something to help?
Take your picture. We give it language
you don’t give back.