I didn’t know how low one could go to find out
what was at the bottom of one’s wellspring. It was
a thing I had to see for myself but I got caught
up in the swim, marvelling at the depths, enjoying
the dim light underneath, seeing the rim of the well
so far away, it made me think of something I could long for
while I was close to the origin of me.
I had forgotten that I was already there, that I dove in, that this
was a return to my beginning and not an expedition
to some undiscovered realm.
But thirty years or so has made who I was appear as someone
so strange and foreign that I felt I had to tear in to what I was
to know who I am. But here, in these depths I’ve lost
my way back to the current and must slide into underground caverns
back into the sea where the ocean of endless possibility awaits me.
From the wellspring, it’s a fixed route back to the middle.
And the middle, really, is where I should be.