Well

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I don’t know 
until you say 
for even I
knowing what I
do don’t know 
that which churns
and percolates and
drips and bubbles 
deep within the 
well you are 
I only peer
and maybe toss
a few stones 
guessing your depth 
watching your rings 
roll and bounce 
from place to 
wall and back
this is all
I ever do 
you as well