TRUTH IN A WELL
I PEERED into a well, and saw The blue, blue eye of God Look into mine far from the sun, Far from the friendly sod.
And suddenly I was afraid— The old wives’ tales are true— God is the truth hid in a well, How dread His gaze, how blue!
SILENCE
WE are still; There are no words. Across the sky A wedge of birds Flies northward. Brown and thinned, A brittle leaf rasps in the wind. The sun creeps on from tree to tree.
We are still. Were a word spoken, Like a troubled pool Is silence broken. Better far be dumb. There are depths no stone could plumb; Circles widen endlessly.