This old bucket has hunkered
upside down in the garden
since your house was yours.
It is a good bucket, protected
by philadelphus and sacrificial zinc
and still functional though rust
edges into its seams and rivets.
Tap the side; listen to the void.
Pick it up, turn it over;
feel it start to fill with rain.
Ian Glass grew up in Northumberland and lives in Worcestershire. He trained as an engineer, works as a computer programmer and writes most of his poetry when he should be doing something else.