Hunting The Muse

I pull thickly the

I pull thickly

the mud of meaning
my rake of intent

gets caught on slime and trash

I pull thickly

my voice hoarse, wet
my throat full

I pull thickly

"it's a pond!" 
i say brightly,
defiantly

it floods me with trash

I dredge

I snag on discovery, I stop.

My throat is tighter

i stop.