Refilling the Well

Sometimes

you empty your well

and

need to refill it

so

you find a lake

and a kayak

and you set off

and all is quiet

and

the sky so blue

the clouds so white

above

and

below

and

you stop

and let the well

refill

ahhhhhh

you say

ahhhhhh

xx

The Well

My grandparents lived without indoor plumbing

and raised eight children.

I was afraid of the well

because one of my cousins

threatened to push me into it

down into that deep black water

but I was also drawn to the well

to the novelty of it

and begged to fetch the water.

When I now use the phrase

refilling the well

to describe breaks between books

and the gathering of new inspiration,

in my mind I see

that well, above,

deep and dark and full.

xx