Got up on a cool morning.
Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind.
Air that flowers heldfor awhile.
Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life.
Andthe rest of my life been condemned.
So these momentscount for a lot—peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,bring it up.
Cool, cool minutes.
No onestirring, no plans.
Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
