The Well Head by Philip Burton

as a child they cannot keep me back

road widening has grazed             the stone shelf

where a full bucket            would sway to rest

and the water bearer’s            balanced mind

musculoskeletal power        would lift it home

to where?       stone in a field      time and tide

though perfectly sealed     the aquifer’s voice reveals

beyond pipes and silver taps      beyond rivers

beyond simple syllables       an everlasting  poem