20.01.2020 Budapest

The sun has come out in Budapest 
A flag curls in a gentle breeze the other side of glass
My face is warm in winter light 
The bus rocks gently towards the airport 

It strikes me that right now the sun and wind
Are more powerful actors than my thoughts:
Able to change the course of a flag
Light up a face from a million miles away
While all I do is look.

Me, the sun, and the wind
Taking our turns 
To be in the world.

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