One moment, I was looking toward the sky,
while reveling in floating on my back,
enjoying waves I was surrounded by,
without a care, a shark that could attack,
feeling blissful after months of woe,
diving, like a dolphin, having fun,
in the murky depths where I would go
to touch the sand, then swim back to the sun.
Then I was staring not up toward the blue –
instead the ceiling of an ambulance,
though in the waves I didn’t have a clue
there’d be this sudden change of circumstance.
My heart had started racing in the sea.
Which moment will come last we can’t foresee.
Mario A. Pita