Aquifer

If there is always a poem
underneath the poem, is there
        also a life underneath the life?

It's easy to go along 
with the notion that surface
        might be all there is; but

when it chips or cracks, you see
the teeth of gears, a shaft for laddering
       down and down to the water table.

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