Something I depend on entirely
for my sense of self and sanity

Glazed with rain water and beside white chickens
The Red Wheelbarrow exists

I read The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams
For so much depends upon this poem

As I read something happens
that is beyond my comprehension

And I answer them most mysteriously,
“Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?
Bob Dylan

Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,
“How good, how good, does it feel to be free?”   

In the Beginning was The RedWheelbarrow

​The Red Wheelbarrow