SCHROEDINGER'S FISH

I threw my letter

to the bottom of the well

and watched it sink

beneath the murk

imagining the ink

staining the fish

or ghosts that rested there.

I wondered if they would read my script

and if they'd get back to you

so far away

so unreachable

and I decided

the odds were even

that they would fail.

And I thought about diving for words

to retrieve my note

and find another way

to bring it to you

and decided to flip a coin

to see what to do.