Kit Kelen #262 - the moon in the well

262

the moon in the well

the well was there before we dug

we only found a lost reflection

clouds rim round the well's horizon

but everything is lichen, moss

snow tops the well for a season

and even then

one visiting bird

knows an echo by heart

we dropped a single wish to listen

nothing!

we cupped the conch

to ocean's ear

and stars spun round

as it must have been

at world's beginning

all longings gone

far in that glass

every river ran here once

each frail craft was sunk

and still today

the moon's down there

with other coins

we've lost