The Red Teapot

I was recently gifted with a red teapot. It sits quietly in my closet, encapsulated in the cushion of a couple of Wal-Mart bags, awaiting that special day when I move into my own place this summer to become unveiled. My cute little red teapot. Just sitting there patiently until it has its time to shine. It reminds me of a very simple, yet profound poem by William Carlos Willams about a red wheelbarrow, entitled, quite appropriately, "The Red Wheelbarrow":

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.