Drifting

This is just a short piece.
Maybe like other things in life it will get some attention and grow to become something bigger than it ever dreamed of.

"Drifting" - Hypothetic

We met in the bellows of a pizza shop
slaves to the Sicilians
I didn’t see it then
But she is a rowboat

Drifting about the ocean
Like the old man in the sea
She has a purpose
And it is not to float
Abandoning her paddles
checking her compass at the door
She is a true sailor

But not one of the ocean
A navigator of the open seas
A pilot of the drink
A captain of the vast expanse of nothing
In all of these you will not find her
In fact she probably knows dick about the water
But she knows how to find you

The ideal situation in which a life-guard rescues a swimmer is that they would be unconscious
She is unconscious, but I don’t know how to swim
And even if Mr. Michael Phelps teleported himself right here right now
I don’t know if I would stay for lessons