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Friday, September 23, 2011

the well

the rope caught his face as it fell,
which he thought cruel

he grabbed at it but
it was slippery and his grip was weak

he was tired, cold and wet, after all

somehow he managed
to coil it around his waist
and did nothing more –
he was unable, even, to wait

and then the light appeared
and he could hear cheers
as the rescuers, good people
hauled him up
and out of the well

posted by Kirk at 4:20 am  

1 Comment »

  1. Reminds of a passage from the Tibetan book of living and dying.

    I walk down the street.
    There is a hole.
    I don’t see it.
    I fall in.
    It isn’t my fault.
    It takes a very long time to get out.

    I walk down the same street.
    There is still a deep hole.
    I pretend not to see it.
    I fall in.
    I pretend it’s still not my fault.
    It takes a long time to get out.

    I walk down the same street.
    There is still the same deep hole.
    I see it.
    I fall in anyway.
    It’s a habit.
    I get out quicker this time.

    I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole.
    I see it.
    I walk around it.
    I don’t fall in.

    I walk down a different

    Comment by stephen johnson — September 23, 2011 @ 5:17 am

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