The Red Wheelbarrow

by William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

Sometimes you just escape the avalanche,

the waves only kiss your heels instead of swallowing you,

Sometimes you walk forward into the wind for so long you forget to turn around,

and when you do,

the path back is gone

but everything you love is still ahead.