I’m lost, unmapped, swimming through limestone chambers, fish disturbed by flippers, searching for air pockets, my oxygen running low, It’ll get cold where you’re going, you’d better get home, my headlamp’s faint-flickering like a porch light left on, and I’m too dizzy to make it out, the confusion of moths, the cave dripping stalactites, my headache hurried, a screen door slamming shut, my father on the porch, Don’t you know it’s 2am, his cigar glowing ember, a kind of vertigo, I say, through regulator, I’m sorry, I got lost, I forgot to come back, the cave just about swallowed me, I jerked myself loose, I was diving with Cameron, we both dropped off—