Again, to the Well

Odd that you chose a well
To describe what you see;
Years ago I wrote of such,
Wondering if others could ascertain
The meaning of my words.

And now I sit there again,
Pondering the reflective waters,
Eager for a swim,
But terrified of getting wet.

Quietly, I walk across the warm bricks,
Only to walk back and sit again.
No encumbrance is greater than comfort,
An unwillingness to change,
Only to ponder such.

But you are right—
I do not search for this—
It finds me,
In the same place as before,
Seated on the edge of the well,
Staring into the icy waters
That only warm on the surface.

— 2006