I start
in the dark
at the bottom of
a well, covered tight by
its lid of
starry sky, and as
the sun
climbs,
so I climb,
up walls of slick, wet
moss, through great
clouds of mist,
to emerge
at last,
in Paradise,
the pond now shining
before me, and I
try to recall the well's
black bottom, but it
has disappeared
beneath my
feet, in the sun's full
dazzle.
