Dry Well
I trace the symbols.
In the dirt, among the grubs and crooked
weeds. Writing of loss. Of missing things.
Wondering if words will fill my mouth
with wool or grit. With pebbles and salt.
If truth is what I want.
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“Dry Well” first appeared in Vox Populi in August 2019. I’m grateful to editor Michael Simms for his steadfast support.
O at the Edges 
So good.
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Thanks very much, Karen. Much appreciated.
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Always revisiting one of your poems brings something more to mind … today the phrase catching me is “missing things” … missing something here once, now gone … or something yearned for yet elusive … what am I missing in the moment that I’m not even aware I’m missing?!
Then my perhaps-too-rational mind reminds me that missing implies space for something new to arrive …
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Thanks, Jazz. The word “missing” is powerful, don’t you think? So much implied in that word!
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“Wondering … If truth is what I want.” Indeed. Nicely done, Bob.
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Sometimes delusion is attractive. 🙂
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This is an Okaji classic. You can repost this one over and over and I will never get tired of it…
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Thank you, Daniel. The poem comes from a true place.
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do we ever really know what we want? (K)
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I believe that I’m getting to that point, but it’s taken a lifetime.
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