Drowned

A Story by Yawny

Memoir of an aquaphobe

It was for a very brief piece of a moment that i drowned, thrown from a banana boat, an unstable yellow hollow rubber tube, which is destined to roll when the driving vessel makes a quick turn following the principles of physics which defines the fundamental forces yellow bodies are subjected to.

i was an experimental rider, as were four other friends of mine but with a difference - them thrilled, me skeptical. we waved alike, we cheered alike, but me skeptical why i would wave and cheer, for i was skeptical how i would experience the eventual event - the roll.

One could say i was scared, and i wouldn't object. the single emotion to balance the purest uncertainty. but it had some elements of certainty which could evolve the feeling into something more than fear.

it was certain that i wont drown for more than a brief moment since the life jacket was blessed with buoyancy enough to float itself and any idiot inside with a reasonable food habit(questionable).

it was certain that the boat will roll somewhere in the sea, where the depth would have assumed a magnitude that it will make no difference to the deepest point in any universe.

it was certain that i had to loose my hold and fall off when the boat rolls, or i will hang down a yellow sky into an air like the one i used to breath before i was born, but no longer remember how to.

it was certain that i will taste the salt of the sea and the urine of the fishes.

and it was certain that i wouldnt resolve or understand these elements sitting there, bumping over the waves.

i saw the pilot boat's driver making a quick turn of the steering lever,

i saw his boat drawing the tiniest c ever,

i saw the word horizontal was derived from horizon when that guy was not riding a banana boat - dishonestly.

my hands were free, my feet left the banana, one calm instant.

i was observing the water front - of a complex texture and composition plunging in.

then there was water, a lively greenish diffused light, up my nostrils, to the tips of my toes, i neither had conscience, nor a body, every single point of which was exercising the will of a primitive organism in an ocean of instincts and a single irresistible urge - INHALE

and i submitted myself to it, for there was no authority, no faculty telling not to, there was no fear of death or notion of drowning, to its ultimate purity, that was continuity. the continuous existence of being, the continuity of all rhythms, the continuity of all motions and space.

and that very instant was/is the bud which grew into another hidden,private stream of time and a universe where i exists for ever, drowned.