Kindness Generates Rewards

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. l