no land in sight

I continue to drift in the water. I see no distant shore, no land in sight. My last memory of you creeps into my head and bullies my brain into reenacting the day I drifted away for good. I remember us both in the water, I never felt the current. I was blind to the force that would pull us apart. I was blind. With a sudden surge of power, the peaceful waters became a raging torrent. I felt your hand slip from mine; I felt your touch for the last time. Instinctively…blindly…I reached for you. For the first time in my life, I thought that I might lose you. I was terrified. I thought I knew what fear was before this moment. I was wrong. I reached for you again, and again could not grasp your hand. The fear draped over me like a burial shroud, I cried out for God to help me. As I fought against the current and reached for you a third time, I realized that you recoiled as my hand extended to you. There was a reason I could not find your hand…you weren’t offering it to me anymore. As the comprehension of the situation settled in, I let the waters take me. I watched you as the waters pulled me away. You watched me for a little while, but quickly turned your back and retreated to the safety of the shore as I was being swept out of sight. I saw him greet you on shore and watched as he extended his hand to you…you didn’t recoil. And then I was gone. Since that day, I’ve been cradled by these waters. They are calm and serene again. I guess I have been drifting for over a year now. I’ve become accustomed to the ebb and flow of my new environment. The solitude has been both a friend and an enemy, but I know that this current is taking me someplace. I just don’t know where. I’ve had nothing but time on my hands to think about the possible destination. I choose to think that it will take me to another shore, where I will one day feel a hand reach for mine and pull me out of the water.