Wading

It’s raining
So steady
Pulsating on the river
The leaves
Are glistening
And earthworms
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
And looking up from the murky bottom
I see sunlight casting diamonds on the surface
Sure looks nice
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