floating

floating

in

this



well.

the water is cold

and dark.

but it is not
a darkness
to fear

it is more
like the dim
warmth of

the womb,

a vertical cave
of stillness that
takes me in.

there is

the occasional

sparkle -

a reflection

of some star -

it
highlights
the water's surface.

these ripples,
so soft as i move.
they echo gently against
the smooth stones.



there is such depth

here,



floating



in this silence.


a peace


that slowly

sloshes over,
embracing


the world.