A sailor props his bicycle
against a tree and swims out
into the only ocean within arms’
reach. The exact lady for him
is starting out from the opposite
shore. They will meet by chance
in the middle, in the place called
Neptune’s Gold Teeth, where sunlight
crusts in the mouths of sharks.
They will hold hands and tread
water together. The waves will lift
or lower them 50 feet at a time.
Just when they are getting to know
each other, they will drown. Or
the sharks will go off their diets
and on an eating binge. But
the couple, of course, can’t see
the future, so they keep going,
long calcium strokes towards
each other. And maybe they
never meet, just miss as so
often happens in mid-ocean. Salt
bleaches their hair, water shrinks
them down to size. They each
emerge on the opposite shore,
lie around on the sand a few
years like driftwood, open a curio
shop. They think to themselves
how rich their lives are, how
nothing is missing. Then one day
each walks into the other’s shop.
–James Doyle,
The Long View Just Keeps Treading Water
Accents Publishing