Drowning dry

I've been home from my swim
Long enough for my hair to have dried
Stiff and wavy in the air
As I've busied myself with the tasks of living


I've draped my suit over the shower rod
Trod a path of fine sand through the house
Too preoccupied to wipe my feet


It was a good visit
I thought
Maybe a bit too brief
Not enough sun and salt to sate me


There was just one thing
A momentary miscalculation
We make them every day
And I breathed at the wrong time


I coughed a little
It was nothing really
Everything was fine


It's been hours since it happened
And I don't think I feel so well
Is this what they call drowning dry?