Well Pump
To be within, yet without: the rootless seed.
Staring through glass, we see only the surface
sliced thin like cell-thick specimen slides.
I dream of knowing, of inclusion.
The well pump is fried, but only thieves
return our calls. How to deflect the lure
of complicity? Stack stone, observe clouds.
Tap the cistern. Absorb its hollow tune.
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“Well Pump” first appeared in January 2018 in Amethyst Review.
Many thanks to editor Sarah Law for accepting it.
O at the Edges 
“How to deflect the lure of complicity?” An interesting lens through which to look at current assaults on established assumptions about how we live in this country – deliberately stirring up new attention-getters to hog the spotlight from less-popular-to-masses shifts. Too much to keep track of all in any moment! Where’s the cistern to collect sanity?
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We need entire reservoirs of sanity!
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