The Oil Derrick Pump

 

There were disturbances today,
Distractions; so I spent time
Dwelling on other things.  Her
Breathing in and breathing out
Were like the oil derrick pump
In a nearby field when I
Was a boy.  I loved

The derrick, climbing high
Above the pump and from
The top could see the whole
Of Wilmington or so it seemed.
Then, while climbing down
The pump would grow louder
And louder.  I was more afraid

Of its horse’s head than the
Derrick’s height.  Years later
Showing off I did a handstand
At the top.  The pump meanwhile
Drew its oil up, I suppose. I never
Saw it idle.  Up and down or in
And out in hope of another day