Late Afternoon at the Well

The heat was 
Oppressive shall we say
The high sun led others
Back, back to their shaded homes
But I thirst 
The late day sun beat on my back
The distant three trees cast no shadow on me
There was no crowd
No whispers, no stares, no turning away
Solitude was always my companion
Unless it was dark of the night
But that was another time
Today there is a visitor
Standing in the threshold of my enmity
He says things
He says things that I know in my silent heart 
He says things that I feel in my broken soul
The things echo in my brain
Even when surrounded by the crowds, the whispers, the stares
And still, still, still
I want to be with the visitor
I draw the water
Because I thirst