"Will you give me a drink" Revised

Where the sun melts the sky above Sychar
an old, deep well plunges into the earth
a women bends down, burned back to the sun
drawing water, for herself, by herself.
hot, red hands cup cool clear water, she brings
her blistered palms to her pink face, washing
yellow dust from dried lips, eyelids, temples
she sighs, standing over the well, tired.

A man approaches, drenched in sweat and sun
near the well’s gaping mouth, he stops and sits
She signs again, relieved, returning hands
to the deep, ancient well, hiding water


when suddenly, a man’s voice breaks the haze
“Will you give me a drink?”. The woman stops
She turns to face him, her melting eyes gaze.