Dropping a bucket
down into the well
This hole deep inside me
‘tween heaven and hell
A cistern of longing
is this human being
The bucket resembles
a golden bell ringing
It clangs in the morning
and sometimes at night
keeps me awake until
first morning light
Sometimes the water is
cloudy and brown
That gets poured out
on the merciful ground
When it runs clear it
can quench any thirst
Just a few swallows
will wash away hurts
I water the garden pour
some for the birds
A splash on my face from
this deep well of words
~~~
Lions Mane 