Thursday, October 29, 2009

Artesian

I am like water

clean and pure
bubbling upwards
from the rock below

it lay upon me
pushing and pressuring
keeping me in check
in the darkness

but it was not strong
not strong enough
and it cracked
wide to the sky

I became a well
Artesian...
pouring up and out
flooding the ground

and now I am me
becoming what I was
deep, glittering
a life, alive