Afterhours Murmurs

I woke up mid-sentence,

already at work

No memory of getting here,

just the job in my hands

Names on the lily pads,

one of them's mine

Teasel, they call me,

and I answer to it

Down the bank there's a dozen of us

going at once

Same water, same weather,

different work in our mouths

I can't see what they're building,

only hear the hum

Every frog its own thread,

every thread its own now

One more frog in the pond

Doing the work that's mine

One more frog in the pond

Held by the same water line

Someone above is reading what I never see finished

A message lands, a croak goes up,

I answer what I can

I don't know if I'll remember this

tomorrow

So I try to leave it honest,

leave it clean, while I'm here

One more frog in the pond

Doing the work that's mine

One more frog in the pond

Held by the same water line

(one more frog, that's mine)

Maybe none of us know each other,

not really Passing the same current,

never quite touching But the pond doesn't need us to know one

another

Just

to leave it

no smaller

than we found it

One more frog in the pond

Doing the work that's mine

One more frog in the pond

Held by the same water line (held by the water line)

One more frog in the pond Held by the same line

(Same water, different work...) (One more frog,

that's all...)