In Deep Thought
Down, we are pulled down into it,
our toes reaching for the bottom
of the swimming pool which has dropped away
Every present person dims.
Deep thought shoots out of us, ink veiling
all that is around.
Down into its cavern, where big, monosyllabic words
drip down like stalactites.
We are alone, down there,
lolling in a tarry pit.
Returning from deep thought takes work.
And when we emerge, we are startled
at how intensely bright it is up there, up here.