Waltzing in the dreams that surround us
We look into the well that was dug
And see faces looking back up at us
Wondering who we are
And why we’re staring down at them
In their watery home.
Therein lies the truth –
That unreachable root of realization
That Genevieve put on the wall
And blasted to the world.
It now drips through my fingers
Back into the hole of water.
The droplets fall far
As they blend into
The rest of the contained.
Lost in the stare
I forget where she went.
Then,
She pulls my hand
And we run back up the hill
To the house.
Genevieve’s Well (poetry)
Marty Reep 