After the Quarrel (poem)

Amusing to lower the bucket into the well,
especially since I saw nothing but blackness there.

Amusing, too, the sound of it hitting the water, 
a simultaneous slackening of the rope

and a jagged flicker of light
glancing back through the dark.            

After that the bucket sank slowly 
until my hand closed on the rope's double knot.

I hadn't foreseen that the bucket
wouldn't reach to the bottom. Galling -

as though a straight question had been shirked,
or worse, was deemed too trivial to entertain.

Published by davidcookpoet

I am a husband, father and grandfather. I retired from a busy working life as an adult psychiatrist in 2014. My interests are in literature, philosophy, modern jazz and horse racing. I might represent those four fields by Shakespeare, Kant, Charlie Parker and Lester Piggott. Like nearly all of us, I can identify a number of formative experiences, one of which was a psychotic episode in my first year as a psychiatrist. This reinforced an already established interest in mystical experience, and a sense of how little human beings know. My intellectual bugbear is reductive materialism, and I am surprised at the lack of moral imagination of those who promulgate such views. It seems to me they need to consider ,perhaps by exposure, just why totalitarianism is so horrific.

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