Poetry

At Jacob’s Well

It was about the sixth hour

In Nablus, in the West bank

 A wayworn traveler hungry and thirsty

resting upon a well-curb

Asks to be given some water

Sitting next to the winch and the bucket

at Jacob’s well, at the Well of Sychar

at a deep well hewn of solid rock

near the site of biblical Sechem

                                                   ~ Sofia Kioroglou

                                                         Athens, Greece

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