Gazing Into The Well

To write poetry, is to retreat: — back into my loneliness; and abruptly, —plunge— plunge into the depths of this well; searching… for sedimentary remnants of what I have loved most! — and I find you almost anoxic, hidden there deep in the darkness, sending agitated ripples upon the oily, silvery surface of the water; as a nocturnal creature, dwelling in mystery, —trying— trying to breathe under the water, crawling upon the slippery tube— the vertical tunnel… with a tiny, intermittent light, acerbically beckoning to hope: I am that ever-present presence, gazing into its own profoundness, searching for you— searching for your memory…