In A Well


I live in a well.
Sometimes there's water,
sometimes there's ink.
Mostly there are other
poets in here trying
to get out.
I am content wading

in the middle
my lifetime through.
I write about
the high life and the low
life and dream
of engineers, but
it has mostly been
sustaining and ample
enough to enjoy
and celebrate.
The well walls
are steep, but no
matter, I'm used
to them. Some get

out. Some get out

and come back.








Author's Notes/Comments: 

after Bishu who signed off: "inawell" - cool  place to dwell - :D   slc

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