In the flooded plain the ibis fishes,
next to the beach road,
and between the road and the plain, the pedestrians
They contemplate the reddish-brown flock.

With first-day eyes, I look at them
wander through the green grass,
on the glass of the water reflected,
under the waning afternoon sun.

How much peace in the eyes it gives us
the distinct richness of life,
that natural math
that measures, sustains and orbits us.