Now I've come to look at love
in a new way. It's a deep resource,
one that's renewable in surprises
& cycles. Dig fifty one-foot wells,
you're not likely to find water.
So you dig one fifty-foot well.
Now I dig deep, I know
what nourishes & refreshes,
what cleanses & glistens.
Go back to the well. Let loose
the bucket. Feel the rope go
slack in your hands. A long silence
as you wait & trust. The empty
vessel falling into the darkness.
A blessing you hear before you
taste it. A distant slap & splash.
You tug & jerk, cajoling it to
just the right angle for a fullness
of relief, for a chance to drink
But take your time.
Hand over hand.
Too hasty a pull will upset
what you hoped for.
Inspired by, among other things, the gospels, Frost's Directive, and the opening of Sharon Olds' Unspeakable