In a Day

The one power that a man can have is in

the perfection of himself. He changes

with the weather but of this he's unaware.

A churlish man and his teacher are walking

along a road when he is suddenly instructed

to look down a side street. Spring trees in leaf.

I go in front of the mirror and observe

the changes to come in my face. I turn

my chair so I can see out all the windows.

What is right fits the time perfectly. It

is all out of my hands. In this the peace

is supreme. Yet my hands embrace the pot.

In the morning the air is cold and clear

at the river. Then clouds and the confusion

in people. At dusk the sky is clear again.