The Well
Seth Jani
 
 
I don’t know how to pray, or to whom,
but every evening I move a mammoth stone

and search the dark bottom
for any drop of music, any ragged praise.

In my smallness, there must be a hidden door
through which the sky throws its blessings,

because over and over it fills the empty pool
and I do not fear the constant dimming

or that the water will run dry.
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Photo by Levi Xu