5

Here in the desert

We are all parched,

Here, where any trickle of water

Might be a mirage.

My heart knows only Love

Rolls the stone away,

Knows only inspiration

Carries forth the well’s essence.

But, see the child running

Among the reeds alongside

The Nile River,

The young girl

Who speaks against royalty,

Who bursts with a song of rejoicing

–how do I join her dance,

And become the well itself?