so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
– William Carlos Williams
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…)