Nellie in the dark
When she went into the mine,
Nellie hoped of having—a view
Of the deepest place, but once
Down, our girl only saw up.
Rocks don’t matter, in the dark,
For looking. The beneath-your-
Feet has nothing to say. There
Is no down in the blind belly
Of the cave. And in your blind
Belly you’ll know it. The window
Is what matters. The thick light
Pouring, spilling like milk, down.
On Nellie’s face, a smile
Through the darkness, comforted.
Down is only a direction—
Where the up-light comes from.
Nellie, in her pinafore. Nellie,
In search of wonders. Nellie,
Groomed on godly and cleanly
And forever and this and that.
Sweet Little, in the hard belly
Of the earth. Has a window.
Dies with the perfect picture-
Frame. Buried. Alone.
It’s true! It is true that where dark
Is deepest, light is most light.
Deepest hole. Most radiant window.
Lucky Nellie fell, landed.