Water gathering


most days I wait
through blue and sun
till dusk

or even later
and the rose has faded
to lavender, to gray

some days, the sleet
has started
and the leaves underfoot
are slick with ice

somehow I'm never sorry
and never learn

one night I waited
till the stars were out
dropped the bucket into
sound, only felt the weight
of it filling

and the night full of stars
and the river full of stars
and the bucket full of stars

come morning, the coffee
is also full of stars