For some reason, the poem The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams came to me this morning as I sat by the marsh watching gulls, ducks, and teeny-tiny birds land, lift, and fly. I think I felt like I was the wheelbarrow, filled, and lifted, embracing and embraced.
It is such a metaphor for life, the particular and the universal, the ability to hold and be held.
I love the word "glazed." Perhaps this morning I felt glazed with light and that is why this poem came to me.
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white