
Nothing disturbs them,
the clouds, stoics,
philosophers, sages,
graybeards of the sky.
Not even this jet,
that streaks through
them, that shreds
the silence like
a silver shark,
disturbs their slow,
slow, mindful walk on air.
Nothing disturbs them,
the clouds, stoics,
philosophers, sages,
graybeards of the sky.
Not even this jet,
that streaks through
them, that shreds
the silence like
a silver shark,
disturbs their slow,
slow, mindful walk on air.