Out the other side

The sun looked down

on the wheelbarrow

trundling in front of me

on the rough road,

me crying and crying

where nobody could hear

Me crying and knowing full well

there was no good reason for it

and no getting my way

that could result

(if I even had a way)

There was nothing to do

but roll the wheelbarrow

and cry and cry

and be done with it.

Nothing to gain

but nothing to lose either,

nothing to do but go through

and out the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 19, 2018