resurfacing

i crash my head on an unexpected
ledge and the impact shatters the word-well
jar in my brain just like a scrabble
board tossed in the air
            (tiles speckle the floor upon landing)
the letters are

a     l
  l    
                                         v

                                      o    e 
                                             r

     t     h e



                       p     a  c
                          l
                                   e

     (but don't make
any sense)

           my thoughts (also thrown)

                                 plunge
                                 to
                                 the
                                 bottom
                                 of
a viscous sea i hear their muted
calling but from (where i rest) the
net is
           too short
to reach so they settle
far below me


after so much time tide dredges buried gems


if i just let the boat drift they resurface nearby


i hang over the bow careful not
to disturb to resubmerge them scooping and
landing my thoughts on
deck to dry out resuscitate and
breathe life again