My Wheel Barrow of Time

                                     
                                                             It has been said:

                                                            "so much depends
                                                              upon
                                                             a red wheel
                   
                                                             barrow
                   
                                                             glazed with rain
                   
                                                             water
                                                             beside the white
                   
                                                             chickens."
                                                                              - William Carlos Williams

           "For we are not pans and barrows, nor even porters of the fire and torch-bearers,
but children of the fire, made of it, and only the same divinity transmuted, and at two or three                  removes, when we know least about it."   - Emerson, 1844, "The Poet"


                                                          In my wheel barrow
                                                          of time - the compost
                                                          of past and future.

                                                          In the longest night -
                                                                    the end of the world
                                                                    the beginning of the world.

                                                         In this night
                                                                   we who live by fire
                                                                   we who live by dreams -
                                                         in this light
                                                        we are all but mirrors.

                                                        © Laurence Holden, 2012