A drop of water
A bird that swiftly flies by
A cloud that covers a burning sun

These simple things I see as I gaze
through the window
and yet, as that is all there is
this moment
it becomes so much more
than had I had the whole world at my disposal
in my contemplation
(I probably couldn\'t have handled that much anyway)

A drop of water
reveals the fact that the heavens have releaved themselves
of their burden, upon our shoulders
will we handle the weight the sky could not?

A bird that swifly flies by
never leaving footprints
never a trace
he might as well never have existed
apart, maybe,
from the fact that he has the freedom of flight.

A cloud that covers a burning sun
oh, gray curtain, will you not expose me to your flame?
it may burn
but would then also warm
and I, for one,
prefer to feel.

As these words were given life
(yes, these, right here)
several more drops descended
the cloud covered the sun
completely
and still there is no trace of that bird, but these words.
Bird, I wrote your footsteps.
(I hope I have your approval)
For they could not be left in the sky.