On A Clear Morning Poem by RIC BASTASA

on a clear morning
the farmer
has just finished plowing
his field

the rain comes
and fills
the muddy field
with more water

a mirror is placed
and the sky look upon
itself

a very white sky
on a crystal clear rain water

a white heron from the green mountain
glides in perfect lightness
on the mirror of water

daintily it walks
and i see not a single ripple
on its feet

on a clear morning
the world is at peace with me.