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.