Wading Paroles

are getting withered
Now
I'm wading
in the rippling water
squishing on the slimy bottom
walking 'cross the jagged rocks
I hit some moss
and slip in underwater
Now
I'm waiting
for someone to pull me up
to shore or even up
to air
but barring that
I'm waiting for my silver crayfish

And right now
I'm getting muddy
I'm getting leeches
I'm getting wet
Half-empty
half-assed and
half-full and
half-witted
Half-life and
half-lived and
half-hearted
half-dead
Half-deaf and
half-listened
Half the time
Half way