Well yes, we say, after a few minutes to think about it.

Not to gag you with sweetness, but hasn’t any lover

already accomplished this? When my love runs dry

don’t I reach my wooden dipper into a parallel well

where we have no children, or have several, or where

we are children ourselves and have known each other

since Mrs. Allen’s second grade class, and take for myself

a cup of that David’s cold water? And don’t we here, now,

in our only world, so often seek down to groundwater

just so our other selves can drink?