Water

Marin Morgen

Do we both draw water from the same deep well,
Or do I drink from your cup and you from mine?
When that cold taste breaks the threshold:
Is the water that fills you the same that I take?

We thirst, you and I, for this water drawn up
Drawn from deep below the stone and roots,
Drawn from places that you cannot see unless
You dive deep, deep down, with light to guide you.