The moon

looks like a gentle watercolor

fading in the sky this morning.

Only the birds and squirrels

seem to be awake

and me.

There’s a falcon

sitting on a neighbor’s mailbox.

A falcon.

In the city.

I stopped and looked.

The falcon stopped and looked too.

Then he flew away.

And I walked on.

There’s a very thin layer on ice

on the creek,

I stop

and just look as the sunlight

glistens it.

As I round the curve in the road

back toward my house

I remember Thich Nhat Hanh

who died earlier today.

I thank him for teaching the world

how to walk

mindfully.

22 enero 2022