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a heave and a shove, into the ocean she goes
where she stops no one knows,
floats and floats till it may sink
you may spot it with  red ribbon bows.

message in a bottle set off to sail
from a small nodule just north of San Bay
my boat went down in the gusty winds
a raft I have and  it’s where I lay. 

at least there’s no vultures looking over me
nor sharks partying around my flotation
believe me this could be the end of me
I thought my excursion would be a vacation. 

Unprepared and irresponsible bloat I am
no anchor have I nor paddles to steer
a large basket of bait, two rods and a net
steamed clams and oysters and a pack of beer.

my engine burnt out and smoke filled the air
thought someone would find me here, 
the sun is going  down and the waves are picking up
my hopes are high but I do have some fear.

Maybe I’ll land on  Gilligan’s Island and be rescued
make a SOS in the sand and send signals by smoke
I don’t plan to be out here that long
lord forbid if I do croak.

the food is low now and one bottle left of beer
the raft is losing air, waves losing surge to propel
no ships in sight, nor planes passing over
here I float upon the water and dwell.

it could take weeks or months  for that bottle to be found
by then I would look like someone from beyond
my message said find me somewhere near Casco bay
long way to shore no one would hear and respond.

seeing some dolphins as curious as can be
now I have company and perhaps more to come
I tossed them the food I had left
am sure they were a hungry sum.

layed back down to catch a wink
felt the raft shifting  from left to right
the dolphins were carrying me onward
had no idea what was their insight. 

I could see what appeared to be an island
felt like I was on a tugboat in flight
I came to shore and they nodded and left
had to be thanking me for the food just right. 

Looking out from the shore, the dolphins had disappeared
there were gracious for the food and resumed their journey
now on a small island without preps for survival
I contemplated about living  and dying but am vague.

as you can now see my poem is not in unison to rhyme
stressed out, feelings become staggering overwhelming
getting from point A to point B was concluded
what lies ahead is unknown and mind boggling.

life is unknown and that is a fact, perils come anytime
blessing are savored, being thankful for allowance 
what matters most now is being found
I cannot linger here for long without stabilities.

the message in that bottle must be still floating
what it becomes discovered, I may not be
surely I don’t want to become Robinson Crusoe, 
I made a fire with hopes to excite a plane.

I may be seeing a boat in the distance, am not sure
can’t be a mirage, but I am not all here
lo and behold, a cruise ship is in my sight
seems as though it’s heading this way.

I am waving the smoke from the fire to expose my whereabouts
my hopes are lifting, I can see a light flashing towards me
I was taken on board and was told how they knew about me
they had the bottle on board and read the message.

I was told a dolphin had been carrying the bottle around the ship
as to alert the crew to take notice of something to attend to,
after the crew picked up the bottle the dolphins led the way
and the rest is history.

I shared my food to those in need, a kind act returns rewards
what one gives to another does not go unnoticed.





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