I lean over the ship’s rail and stare into the brine.
Strange thoughts bubble, then surface to my mind:

What if I tossed my false teeth to the waves?
How would I dine on a cruise for nine days?

What if I let my bifocals dive to their doom?
Could I still find my way to our dime-sized room?

What if I threw to the sea my hearing aid?
Would I miss the sounds seagulls made?

What if I dropped my wedding ring over the side?
Would it sink or somehow catch the tide?

No matter. All these things can be replaced.
It’s the man at my side that I want to keep safe.