Sunday, October 19, 2008

nameless

The well runs deep.

A world in its own right, stone walls
slick with unicellular inhabitants, accustomed
to the gloom and damp, untroubled
by echoes.

A world--

your descent began slowly at first
accelerating steadily, the air growing
thicker and more oppressive, the music
darker— you know

there’s no way to break your fall now.

And you no longer want to,
not really. There’s comfort
in being nestled in this dank quilt

sliding


Rachel Westfall
October 19, 2008

4 comments:

Kyddryn said...

After down comes up.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

RachelW said...

True, Kyddryn; there is comfort in the dark, in the slide downwards. And comfort in knowing that there is a way back up.

amy bernier said...

love this, Rachel.

RachelW said...

Thank you, Amy!