In promise and yet the walk slept,
I thought I had room for
Plenty of it,
All kinds of things were supposed
To be experienced
In that promise, in time to come
Writing stories would happen and
Then that building would shape up
Wealth that would help
Growing up in time to come,
But the walk was made waiting.

The walk was the well,
With gallons and gallons of water,
The depth surprising the water too,
The well could hold the entire history,
and answers to all futures, and
The promise was like
A deep breath that always made us Jump a little high.

then one day.....