the water man carried
two pitchers
one on left side,
the other on right.
the one on left side
was cracked and leaking.
and, sprinkled half of his water
on his side, always...
one on right side
remained full,
in journey of some minutes
to the master's home.
the left side pitcher
sad and pent- up as was,
readied to withdraw,
in a fit of hopelessness.
the water man, then
holding his hand
showed him,
the beds of flowers
beautifully aligned
their petals shining
dancing with each gust of wind
in glory...that he sprinkled water on
where butterflies came proudly
to **** the nectar
unnoticed
fluttering
wantonly....
in response to
the seed of hope
that the water man had sowed,
in an attempt to fill
the gap in the cracked spirit.