tides

i surface
once more
bobbing tilting
waking and finding 
myself floating
sounds clipping
denoting a dangerous
distance from
shore. 
on and off
languid notes
ambient elements
dislocated motes 
bent vague 
landscape shapes
surround me. 
when time
phases between
me not me
nearer then farther
awake asleep
moments of now
become
less defined. 
is this now
my mind?
and was there
other signs?
previously
it would not
normally 
create a problem 
for me.
and really 
i don’t mind
recovery but
the difficulty
of interactivity
of neither
land nor sea
the in between
seems to have
left me stranded.
no longitude
no latitude
no passage.
swimming
one handed.
i am the
bottle searching
for a message.