The Well at Castle Forchtenstein, 1986

Night flows over a circle of stone
from above,
darkness curving between the stars,

the grip of day grown

weak. A flake of snow floats
down past granite walls
to drop upon a pool unseen...

you must be patient.

The shaft is hollow.
There is no sound.

Perhaps there is no bottom,
no pool,
no granite,
no cluster of stars.

How can day or night exist
while a vacant well
in the autumn?


Richard Hacken