near the well

by Uncle B

Posted to Poetry on 2002-12-17 06:14:00

falling deeper down
i discover the limits of the well.
then the gravity goes limp and i flaile back to the rim
sitting on the moss covered stones
reflecting the days that fade by.
conversing with the cricket
as he meanders among the field of grazing thoughts.
i feel good today
as the sun falls to the west
rolling over the backside of my world
to bring me another day in the east.

whatcha think?