Poets Corner

Within the grounded moment round
Rain upon a wishing well
A well into which a golden coin is tossed
Turning over and over and over

Dark and fathomless is the well
And bright the coin so turning
A coin tossed wishing for rain
And pouring rain already in step fallen

Down and down and down
Through air and water and desire of dark, dark depth
Marking thus the moment round
And roundly well it is in fulfilment