Saturday, February 1, 2014

Mooning Over Los Angeles

The Abandoned Valley

Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket in the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?

Jack Gilbert
Refusing Heaven (2005)


  1. 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 night
    I'm sure I could at least have seen the moon rippling at the bottom.

  2. Wow. I'll never be a poet but poems like that make me wish a had a gift with words.

  3. This place is like the well, alive, nourishing.

  4. Yes to the poem. Yes. But oh that photograph -- it calls to me.



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