A wheelbarrow,

Standing beside the clucking white chickens

Wheels sinking in the slightly damp soil

But do the chickens bring any company?

For the wheelbarrow carries such a heavy weight

And so much is depended upon it

The burdens of love and loss.

Then there is the rain

Which glazes it’s shiny red coat

And fills the empty space with fallen water

Excluding all other objects

And all other thoughts

But wait

The sun

For it has appeared once more!

And we hope for our period of burden

To be ceased

To be freed

From its shiny red shackles

The chickens cluck in rejoice!

The rain drips away!

But the wheelbarrow…

It stays, unmoving, emotionless

As if it is waiting

As if it wishes not to jinx it

As we have all done once before

As we do with no real end