The Well

My man and I have been at it a while -- and by 'it' I mean marriage and by 'a while' I mean four years. We're also doing it on our own terms, in a way I never thought was possible. It's so good it's... like, X-Files level spooky.

The crouching, really, is the secret to a strong relationship

All of which makes me so grateful. And now for a poem.

The Well (4.)

This one is burrowing, cocoa-powdered,

worm-turned.

So deep now, dear, and

keep going down, now, deep you hit rock – keep chipping in

bloodying down, shoveling deep, swinging axe, so dear now, splintered

nail, shale ringing so chipped, so stone shrieking deep,

cracking now – so cracked – dear you

break through deep, you

hit water.

So thirsty, I come home now, keeping dear, 

cresting the hill, this one.