Haibun - The Stone Well

The Stone Well

I follow the moonlit path to the mossy stone well.
A tossed pebble echoes in circles.

Lowering the bucket into depths of darkness, I
hoist it dripping onto the ledge.

The moon floats on the surface as I scoop it with
a ladle on a rusty nail.

I return the bucket to the rope above the stone well.
The ladle lies empty in the grass.

lingering heat -
my thirst quenched
by a cool moon