April 26: When The Well Is Deep, But Dry

by allisonkujiraoka

When the well is deep, but dry
Dredging yields less than zero–
A dull scraping of metal on rock.
It’s like bridge repair
in mid-air
It takes two,
even when you’re not there.
Hold my ankles,
steady the ladder,
count to ten,
and come up for air again.
The gauntlet’s been thrown
It’s not coming back
The echo’s been swallowed
by the well, deep but dry.