Bottom of the Well

applause.

laugh, roll curtains

That’s the joke --

now much too small.

but in the world is

ever truly GIANTS

Only here are we

against wet stone.

now, arms cramped

And you're the big man 

black if its night)

(or gray if its raining -

round inches of blue

sphere are only a few

The sky and celestial

at the top.

tiny opening at

miniscule through the

Everything seems so very

look up and laugh.

When at bottom of the well