The well

…

still yellow leaves in the well, in the

bellybutton of the ground.

a grey fish swimming around

above the yellow sand,

breathing day and night

among the cold walls of the well

diving up and down,

followed by a thought

floating on the yellow leaves.

I am thirsty. I am hungry. I am dirty. Fill me up.

I leave my traveling shoes

on the white  brick road

and step inside

the leaves shatter like sunken fleet

beneath my feet, the fish, a golden arrow

in the sparkling sun

among my feet. a giant

I am, I fill the water, I fill the sun.

and when I step outside,

a newborn

 (by me)

…

[:)poem written a few days ago.]