What a girl called "the dailiness of life" <br />(Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, <br />"Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to <br />A means to a means to) is well water <br />Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world. <br />The pump you pump the water from is rusty <br />And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel <br />A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny <br />Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes <br />The wheel turns of its own weight, the rusty <br />Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear <br />Water, cold, so cold! you cup your hands <br />And gulp from them the dailiness of life.<br /><br />Randall Jarrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/well-water/
