Every now and then
I take a deep breath and
jump in the bottom of the well
deep inside myself where
the lesser seen parts of me dwell
wading in pools of darkness
dimly lit by daring to sing out loud
and lay down in the echo
of my own inner most thoughts
cradled in vibrations and sensations
rocking me back and forth gently
flowing but never anywhere going
unless brought up to the light
long enough to wet the lips
and elongate life once more
before being plunged back into
the place made just for
things and thoughts like these
fluid and free...someplace to call home
far from captivity
my soul is the well of me...

...and he

he be whomever I pretend to see
in the puddle at that moment reflecting me
back how I want to see who I am
shifting slivers of light until his eyes
are seeing what I see as if he were in me
looking back out over the world
pouring passionately purpose into the people
at precise times in line with planets
aligned to christen the space and place
where the well and the water that runs beneath
come to meet...

blank sheet after blank sheet