An opening thought: sometimes cases in clinical ethics conclude, but leave a thought that remains just out of reach. In the wake of the case, a nagging sense of something meaningful yet elusive, like a broken outline, or a silhouette that can’t quite be brought into focus–remains in the mind’s periphery. We invite you to consider the following as a meditation on these experiences.
For Once, Then, Something
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.