I love his work so much.
I lowered a rock on a string into my upper well to measure what was down there. Six inches of water. If I'd waited 'til nightI'm sure I could at least have seen the moon rippling at the bottom.
Wow. I'll never be a poet but poems like that make me wish a had a gift with words.
This place is like the well, alive, nourishing.
What Angella said.
Yes to the poem. Yes. But oh that photograph -- it calls to me.