The Last Thing Moving

The first light had barely arrived.

Sky and river were still becoming visible to each other.

Far away,
a single flag continued moving in the wind.

Everything else remained still.

For a few moments,
it felt like the morning had not fully awakened yet.

I remained there watching as the light slowly gathered across the sky.

The flag kept moving softly above the quiet river.

As if silence itself had not fully left.

Reading is enough.