The Shore

I was floating alone on a boat that slowly drifted
For a week until the thing sank
I brushed on the shore, I was hungry and sore
The hundreds of rocks in a line mark the days

As I sit on the bank where I sank like Tom Hanks
I’m making signals for a passing ship
It’s hard to adapt when you know Google maps
Has an aerial view if somebody would click

Just out of sight there’s a light, very bright
Is it the savior I’ve been praying for?
I frantically scream as it flies over me
I fall in the sand, stranded here on the shore