so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

–  William Carlos Williams

boy in yardglass under glass
© Jeff Kopito

I had once read that while treating a very sick child, Williams, who was a physician, looked out of a window and saw the wheelbarrow in the yard.

In another I read that the emotion in the poem sprang out of a love he had for an old fisherman named Marshall and his young son.

I’ve always read it that in some way, even the smallest and most simplest object, carries the greatest weight.

Life is in the details.

[h/t to Liliana over at Gracious Living Day-by Day and her commenter Jelena who reminded me of this poem…)

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