Woman at the Well
Observe the Life Lover!
He tends to travel barefoot,
On the sands
And if he stoops and lifts with gentle hands
Some cast-off from the shore’s debris
Watch him carefully.
He’ll seldom focus on the texture
Or the hue
But tip and turn the “treasure”
To assure himself
A better view
Of what’s inside.
With strange intensity he’ll peer
into the pink and hidden folds
He holds it to his ear…
How life-lovers tell of catching
or a tempest swell
while others laugh at one
who’d listen to an empty shell!