The wind reaches out,

with its wrinkled, weathered tendrils.

It pulls

like a child holding on to his helium balloon

crying

when he lets it go

and it soars above the clouds.

a lonely drop

falls toward the earth.

into the firm hold

of a rusted red wheelbarrow

by the white chickens

and the cows grazing in the field.


- Inspiration drawn from "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams