When I was a kid, there was a well, and I climbed to the bottom of the well. I climbed down there and there was wet moss on the rocks along the side of the well. A small wet trickling of water. Down below the well you could climb into was the deeper well where fresh water came from. That’s where you could feel your soul gripping the space between stones. The air in the well was moist, a thicket of wet air. A lot of kids wouldn’t go into the well; they were afraid of the dark and the wet air, and the mossy feeling of being underneath the earth. What if there are snakes? They would say. What if snakes live there? What about spiders?
I like salamanders, red ones and green ones, and I liked to think that if I went deeper, I’d find the underside of the earth. The inside of a well, is only the scratch of the surface. You know the earth is way deep down. And down in there is water. Water that lives underground. We need more water in California.