Threaded through
with stories with clues
fish and fire and
flashes of fury and sounds of silence
a life in a slurry sung by a choir
of the everyday meh
conveniently ephemeral stoically yet
there’re poles sinking in the water table
fleeting as the flash of embarrassment
that’s freed from a fast accidental fable
and the blink out bubble of recollect
in a tug catching or or having been caught