Feeling introspective at the start of a new year, my mind is drawn to an allegorical poem I wrote some years ago. Picture a kindly, good-natured man pushing his produce down a country road in a wheelbarrow with a lopsided wheel. Reading through to the end, the allegorical meaning will be made clear. I hope the poem succeeds on its own merits and as a metaphor. Wishing you all well.
BARROWMAN AND WHEEL
His wooden wheel
turned cracked and worn
flat in two places;
it clunked around
over macadam and cobblestone,
through clutching mud.
But cabbages did not mind,
nor carrots, nor kale, nor turnips,
nor eggs, even, bouncing
cushioned on straw.
Furrowers, weeders, hoers all
wondered
that Barrowman long-suffered such
an imperfection: “Why
endure that clunker?
Carve a new one.
Ease your own way.
Do you have fresh cheese?”
Barrowman nodded a greeting—
good day, and many thanks—
collected his coin,
and pushed on,
arms jerking at the clunking,
remembering the weeks when
he had cut and joined,
rasped and sanded,
mounted his wheel on
axel, wood-pinned,
had pushed on down the path
with his cart and his necessary wares.
He thought he might
rasp the flat to round,
dowel-pin new curves,
or rim the whole with costly iron,
someday.
Barrowman grinned at his lopsided wheel,
turning and turning,
clunk-clunk,
clunk-clunk,
bearing nonetheless the load,
as he pushed on.
The clunky, deformed, imperfect wheel represents me with my imperfections, weaknesses, and defects, in addition to the wear and tear of life. The Barrowman is my divine, who allows me to participate in his cosmic work, despite my defects, and who even finds joy in my willing serviceability. As we go down the road together, he will fix me and strengthen me sufficiently to carry on. We are, in a real sense, a team, for though I am unwieldy, still the barrow needs a wheel. But don’t push the allegory too far, for it does not represent a literal correspondence but a loose, metaphorical one. For my part, I am just pleased to be part of a benevolent cosmic plan of growth, fulfillment, and happiness.
Roger is the author of Rabbit Lane: Memoir of a Country Road. The book tells the true life story of an obscure farm road and its power to transform the human spirit. The book is available in print and for Kindle at Amazon. See Rabbit Lane reviewed in Words and Pictures.
I, too, Roger, I too…growth, fulfillment and happiness…who could ask for anything more?
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Sometimes I wish I were the cap on the Barrowman’s head instead of his grinding barrow wheel! 🙂
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So be it! 🙂
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I like the image this conjures.
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