In the corner of your garden
overgrown with weeds and grasses
hides a well so long abandoned
that your spirit daily passes
inches from its massive stonework
clueless that its rusting bucket
and the rope that's close to breaking
could in fact provide the water
that your face and feet and fingers
have for years been waiting, aching.

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.