The Well

THE WELL

 

I stand in a well of fire,

the flames rise up as far as I can see.

 

I stand on a round patch of earth,

stroking the cat

sunning herself on the sill.

 

How close the flames are.

No question of escape.

She stretches herself long—

 

I can see forever.

The wall rises into the sky forever.

 

I press into the palm of my hand

the blue coin.