2003/empty

I am an empty well.
Every direction I go
I hit rock.
I am an empty well
in a desert.
Every direction I drill
I hit cold stone.
The rope has rotted
that held the bucket,
which dropped long ago
to the bottom of the well.
It went unnoticed,
no one comes to this
well any more.
Not even the occasional stranger,
people know better than
to wander in the desert.
I am a dry well in a desert,
during a drought.
There is nothing to be done
but wait to see if it ever rains,
or if the walls crumble into dust,
if the decay is complete,
perfect.

8/9/03