April Fool

You can’t know it, but you can be it,

At ease in your own life

            (Verse 14, Tao Te Ching, Stephen Mitchell translation)

Sitting here on the cushion

After the run, 

After the stretching and breathing 

Snow on fir

Fog descending

Last night’s wet snow 

Rising to mist in early morning rain

Nothing left to be figured out

Home was always right here.