Friday ~ February 15, 2019

Here is a glass of water from my well.
It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain;
It is the best I have, my only spell,
And it is cold, and better than champagne.
Perhaps someone will pass this house one day
To drink and be restored, and go [her] way.
Someone in dark confusion as I was
When I drank cold water in a glass,
Drank transparent health to keep me sane,
 After the bitter mood had gone again.

(May Sarton, 1912 - 1995)