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The Well I. I asked All There Is To show me the way; She said, Go to the well. And silence fell On my shoulders, in my heart, Beyond my comprehension. She said, Go to the well. Where in this world of cities and scrapers Would I find something so rich? Where wishes lay Curling rainbow slicks On the surface of deep cold water Where pennies still fall Copper laden with dreams Of youth and old bones Where the lazy drip Of silence Reins wild thought Where breath is alive And dances with air Crisp, green, sweet frost Where laughter flies Echoes refrain echoes As mirrors face mirrors Slipping eternal; one Soothing refrain of silence In its crystalline wake. II. And so I walked, Waked, dreamed, cried, Laughed through this multiverse Seeking the well, Knight for grail, Whale for less hunted seas; Asked sea and sky, Shore and flame For knowledge of the well. Four corners shrugged And I stumbled Home. Home. No closer To journeys end. Cried, slept, dreamt Waked at my kitchen table Yet did not lift my head for years. III. Solitary diner surprised; A friend calls and we Speak of our lives into the morning. Candle-warmed smiles And in the silence Of friendship, Faint liquid sighs, Moist laughter Rising to the surface. Hours fall away; Days slip as a silk dress From a lover. Years drift As the timeless things They truly are. IV. A dream Interrupting my bliss, She smiles, "Go to the well," As I crawl Upon broken shards, Heart like glass beneath my feet. Shard become whole - Become chime - Giving voice to healing song. I stand, rise, fly, And in my delight, See the well Constant And now So clear, And drop a stone To speak To the pool below. Each drop, Tear, song, Joy and cloud Shifting, One and the same As I see with an angel's eyes, Then drop long and fast To play and splash in the heart of the well As any child would. |