Well

sometimes i feel like
an abandoned well
of loneliness
with high brick walls around me and a
high dry bucket
swaying in the wind

sometimes i feel like
an abandoned well of loneliness
with sweet still waters
undisturbed
by touch

come parched traveler
let me sweeten your throat
with my easeful clear waters
smooth the dust from your face and the tears
from your eyes

sometimes i feel like
an abandoned
well

the vines grow around me
and i
ache
with the old

such loneliness…