In this group of writers I will be like a bucket dropped deep in a well.
The rope that holds the bucket is securely anchored so my plunge will be safe
and protected. The well is made of carefully placed stones forming a circle,
their collective a powerful expression a single stone could not equal.
It is often dark and unknown when I leave the familiar but I have learned to trust and descend where ever the pen allows. The bounty I find and retrieve nourishes me.
I offer it to each person, and they give in return.
I did not plan to come back this time. My body is tired and the drive is too far, but my heart pulled me off my resolve and delivered me straight to the well.
written October 1, 2008