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| William Eggleston, At Zenith 1979/2013 |
A sunlit street.
A leisurely walk
of a black cat.
Looking at the front and to the side,
slowly stepping onto the grass next to the street,
the cat stops and, looks at the sky and,
hops one stone
of a steep stone wall.
Stops and, looks at the sky and,
hops another stone.
Oh, she or he has slipped,
climbs up
with no perplexity and no impatience.
Composedly.
One by one.
Cheer
not in words but
with a heart.
The precious present
the black cat gave.
One stop.
A piece of courage.
Soft mind.
The moment we stop,
there is no uneasiness.
The moment we stop,
there is nothing we cannot do.
Stop
at the moment
we are now staying.
Only need to stop.
Look.
Look at the sky.
Give a smile.
Precious things
are growing.
'Thank you.'
