...Like a stone.

I dove. I floundered. Water forced into my lungs like concrete while oxygen shot out like a champagne cork. I choked. I gasped. Sheer panic. I knew better than to jump out towards the raft, now.Of course, I knew better than to get off the raft in the first place. But, you see... While I was on that rock, watching my only hope float away, a pelican with a beakful of sunflower seeds came apon me and shared its stash. Now, I have a pockeful of nurishment and by the hand of My God Almighty Himself, I am back on this flimsy raft. I cannot imagine any thing that could entice me to move from it, again.