The sky dark, prospect’s black.
Waves towering above me.
The boat is leaking.
Water around my ankles.
The waves crash.
Still afloat.
Only just.

Waiting for the next black wave.
Hoping for the sun.

The clouds are black.
A ray of sunshine pierces the blackness.
Illuminates the rocky shoreline.
Black water swirls and sucks at me.
Escape is possible.
I know I can.
But when?