William Stafford - The Well Rising

The well rising without sound, <br />the spring on a hillside, <br />the plowshare brimming through deep ground <br />everywhere in the field— <br /> <br /> <br />The sharp swallows in their swerve <br />flaring and hesitating <br />hunting for the final curve <br />coming closer and closer— <br /> <br /> <br />The swallow heart from wingbeat to wingbeat <br />counseling decisions, decision: <br />thunderous examples. I place my feet <br />with care in such a world.<br /><br />William Stafford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-well-rising/