Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

True Purpose of a Red Wheelbarrow?

So Much Depends On The Rain

a dark deluge pelts
the chicken coop

nesting hens long for

a red wheelbarrow
to warm claws

dry feathers fluff

sunrise crowing
no longer echoes in memory

after the seeded ground

after the small hands
busied with play
running and clutching

paint gleams hope

long into meditation

singular
solitary

dreams of angling rays
somehow
penetrate a thick head

before

back to bed to lay
in fresh straw

sleep away
the afternoon


24 lines
legit free verse

how like a chicken my life has become, dreaming of gleaming work implements to station my heart and soul for a glimpse of warmth after the rain.

6.10.21


This could have gone several ways. Not trying to sound like WCW fully, but idea is a prequel to his famous poem.

Time/Dream element might be confusing. More thought later.