Did you ever as a child come across a dark black pool encrusted and overwhelmed by green oak and fallen wood?
Did you ever find a stick and overcome the fear of the strange ancient place, plunge it into the charcoal black still heart?
Did you watch fearfully, as bubbles rose to the surface, and the pool lurched and writhed like a dark spider. The nauseous smell rising stinking from its underbelly?
Did you scramble away, deliriously laughing and proud, victorious and foolish?
Keith Gordon 2010