After the Deluge

Many have accused me of being a deluginal pisces. So I seek images to prove them correct. What do we live for if not to make others right?

Another of those gray days in Florida. The rain has just past. A rain that fell with such a rage as if it was mad at the earth. So heavy you could get soaked just watching it progress on your Weather Channel app. But it is the semi-tropics, after all, with a bulldozer hurricane somewhere off the coast shove, shoving, shoveling moisture inland.

Though there is no wheelbarrow here - let alone a red one - and the egret will now do an understudy standin as a white chicken (they taste like chicken), I quote Dr. Williams' poem:

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

William Carlos Williams

This poem was my first lesson (in my incomplete wabi sabi education as a poet) about how to say so much more by not saying it all. [Barrio Bunny's [url=http://www.blipfoto.com/view.php?id=695634&month=8&year=2010]Around the Block[/url] blip today is another lesson in the same subject.]