The Well

I cannot stand

this void —

I feel like

an ancient water well

dry

with a river

below me.

Why will I not

let myself

drink?

I wait for

my depths

to be

coaxed and convinced

to flood —

only for

the mirror,

the dime,

and the penny.

The mathematician,

the mystic,

and the moon

but…

I am bursting

to be free.

A well —

as a well

should be.

I sit

just above

the river

of my spirit.

Why will I not

let myself

drink?

I can not stand

this void —

now that I am aware

of

the river.