The Morning Meeting

Before sunrise.Seen from the far side of the lake.Different streets.Different people.Paint on one pair of hands.Cans on a cart.A crow drops to the path.Then another.Then six moreinto the same tree.The people stop talking.One crow calls.A painter looks towardan empty place on the branch.Nobody gives an order.Still,the tools are picked up.Everyone leavesby a different path.The crows leave too.For a few secondsthe water is perfectly still.Kept walking.Looked back.Nobody there.