We've been floating
                            
                            for how long? Hours, but 
it no longer matters
                            
                           for the tourists we are
and travelers
                            
                           we pretend to be.
I make an attempt 
                            
                           at assembling a sentence
about an itinerary
                            
                           as remote as the pebbled
rooftops and forgiving 
                            
                           root path
we took to 
                            
                           reach the shore.
We waved off
                            
                           our guide,
who looked uncertain
                            
                           then splashed his way 
to us and climbed in
                            
                           to take over the steering wheel,
his crooked smile
                            
                           
                           as he did so
reminding us
                            
                           we had no chance
of finding our
                            
                           way back.
We might just have
                            
                           been another pair of lost
tourists, 
                            
                           our sunburned smiles
in a photo
                           
                           from an obliging waitress
the last
                           
                           anyone
would ever 
                           
                           see of us.