water concussion

What could be worse-
      than the blow of the fall-

making creases into the bed
      & unfolding secrets like
spreading the wings of a wet papercrane.
epithelia cracks, ice ready for the drink

Where the truths bounced among all of us.
Pass front, back, sideways and sidetracked-
The water sifts through
    leaves of our thoughts streamed
       through

We missed the last catch, on purpose.
  let it paint
      the fall with bubbles
          that burst
when we wake up, escape from swimming,
undressing the watercourse
from our clothes

and forget the cold
brushing our questions &
    history.