I was alone at the well.
I was doused in shadow and in deed.
My yoke lay on the ground, waiting.
I cannot say what I mean.
I was come upon.
I was going to carry the water to my espoused man,
Joseph, of the house of David.
Gillian Allnutt, from How the Bicycle Shone: New And Selected Poems, Bloodaxe, 2007.