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[falcongrrl]

Cat and I made little gift packages for the playschool moms who were there yesterday. I wrote this poem out by hand on colored origami paper and included it as part of the gift. It occurs to me that some of you (moms or not) might like it or have need of it now. Even (especially?) after copying it over seven times, it resonates with me:

The Fountain
-Denise Levertov

Don’t say, don’t say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen

the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes

found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.

The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched--but not because
she grudged the water,

only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed.

Don’t say, don’t say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,

it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
up and out through the rock.