THE WELL

Take the hole you're in,

the deep, dark pit—

where the sun is

but a pin prick—

and turn it into

its opposite: a well

that you are now

looking down upon.

Let your gaze fall

toward the treasures

you pitched there

into the depths,

into the clean, clear water.

At bottom, resting, still

are your wishes

shimmering and shining

in the place

you once stood,

like stars signaling

in Morse code

this message: The darkness 
is what carries

our brilliance. So you must

carry the darkness.

But not as a burden, 
more like  

a newly minted penny 
in your pocket.