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