| THE WATERWHEEL | |
| Stay together, friends. | |
| Don’t scatter and sleep. | |
| Our friendship is made | |
| of being awake. | |
| The waterwheel accepts water | |
| and turns and gives it away, | |
| weeping. | |
| That way it stays in the garden, | |
| whereas another roundness rolls | |
| through a dry riverbed looking | |
| for what it thinks it wants. | |
| Stay here, quivering with each moment | |
| like a drop of mercury. | |
