like a well -
no, like a fountain
it overflows and spills
faster than i can contain it
and i am beneath it
but the oxygen is pure here
i can breathe and move
under it's liquid pressure
now i realize, after all,
it is not to contain it that i wish
but to set it free
to pour -
to run like a river
and in doing so i can hope
that it will, in the end,
flow back to me
bringing with it all that i knew
but didn't understand
© Rachelle
