Its about serious digging, near-rhymes
with worry. A job on this scale deserves music,
accompaniment, good insurancebut most
of us begin alone, uncovered, in the dark.
I cant see but I quarry, I presuppose, I mean
to carry. Mine is the quarry of unmarry,
Im wanting deep water, clear, no more
dead body. Rising out of icy blue, something
almost lovely, unblurry.
© 2001 Ellen Watson
from Ladder Music (Alice James Books, 2001)
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