Escape. Poem for class

Who am I
What happened, did I fall from some unknown
Height. Did I attempt to fly
Away in a perilous and unfit airplane.
Were my dreams so large
that they could not fit into my pocket
sized destiny.

I feel
The grain of the wood plank
I sit upon, and the soft lapping
Of water against the boat’s side.
I look with my fingers
And find the oars that fit
My hands perfectly.

I search
For something in the dark
Anything that could help
direct me. I find matches
but no lantern to light.
The fog lifts
From the lake, and my mind.

I see myself now
But it is not as I thought, I am floating
Towards the shore. Back to life
That I once called my past.
I did not fail the usual
Quest, I did not even leave
Our backyard pond.