quicksand

i didn't see it, not
at first
the soft sand before me,
a wide circle
of wet, thick sand.
quick sand.
i thought i could walk
across, but no.
i sank and sank.
boots, to knees to waist.
my life passed before me,
until she arrived and stood
there with her hands on
her hips and said.
my oh my.
need some help?
sure, i said. thanks, i owe
you. i appreciate you
saving my life.
coffee?