Driftman

Placid I stand                         untethered

muddy grit beneath my feet

calm and unrippled                 the surface

misty the mornings, my mind

chest tied down to                  broken cord

chill and gray, bonehold cold

Trying not to lose                   my calm

not really remembering

yesterday or what                  the date is

lost in the mucky silt

was it just really                     Yesterday?

Cold water laps at                   my shoulders

Doesnt it feel like sinking?

but it continues                       indefinitely

lakes of my mind pulse

with living energy                    ripple

I have need of                  my senses

yet they seem to float

sodden and           untethered

Yet I collect my wet pieces and stop pretending

Pull myself up from drowning in the deep

And shake off the mist unending

Grind out my lazy eyes of sleep

And from the gray still moat of minds

I drag my rope

A swift tug

again I forgot

ah

Ive come                                       untethered