As a well by Terry Cummings


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As a well I wait for coin
And promise wishes
Will come true

As a well I know no journey, fathom no direction
Except depth that you may possibly probe
And Height where you stand looking down

I grant water and wonders
And the sheer coolness
Of being beneath your ground
Drink sir drink, glut and leave
And see within my face your reflection for a while
The leave me to gaze alone again upon the stars

People have dropped into me
Their rubbish and want
And I receive always without complaint
Other than the sound of baffled splash
Which echoes from my walls but for a moment
Before becoming quiet memory

As a well I wait for coin
And promise wishes
Will come true