It Felt Like the First Day of Spring

I saw a monk on rollerskates today

he was weaving between runners

and cyclists, his habit flapping in the

speed-created breeze.

                                     We weren't

alone out there, the monk and I ~

sixty-degree days at the end of

winter drag people out with the

promise of tomorrow's water-

cooler story.

                      Sixty degrees won't

last, though. Winter hasn't let go

quite yet. The monk and I were

lured out today, to skates and bike

enjoying the warm respite. I have

gloves and a jacket; I wonder if the

monk has ice skates.