the tao

the small white airplane 
flying in  circles 
in the cloudy blue 
sky waiting to la

and below the black dog
in the red car looking
out the window barking
at nothing in particular

and across the street 
the banker in a gray suit
scurries preoccupied by
a problem at the office 

and in the apartment 
above there is only an
awareness sitting on an
empty chair—breathing