"I cant believe I'm doing this"
I thought as I curled in to a ball on demand.
I held on as if my hands were my life support,
each wave was a heart beat on the monitors screen.
"Class 5!" screamed the Irish accent in the back.

4184 miles from the heart to the north.
We paddled 32.
At 12 I became just one more sock in the drier.
All I could think
as I was wrapped in a deep blue cocoon was,
"Is this what it felt like when the Titanic sank"