thor's well

Dec 28/11:  I would like us to write something about the second picture "Thor's Well" any length, any form

my lips are under the water

(I dare not taste the salt)

but look

at the new moon             moving to waning crescent

speak

through lightning

listen

through thunder

feel the hammer on my bones

ask

will you lift my face toward the sky

the book I read told me truth is there at the bottom of the well

every well, I assumed

but none are gentle, I found

so I walked the ground to every one, laden with oaken bucket

 to slip into it

the truth

to capture it lying there selfishly in silt

letting those dead speak in

hollow echoes

to shimmer the darkened water with

their eyes

to entice us heavily clothed ones, yoked to buckets

to look for that truth which, as we know, comes naked out of the abyss

but only when the moon is full

and the sky silenced

and the hammer stilled

my eyes are underwater

(I taste only salt, but whether it is my blood or the blood of the sea, is hard to tell)

the moon now is full shaped       so large                , so bright I would say

I ask again

this time in silence

will you lift my face to the sky