Peace

Peace reverberates in the rattle of a cat’s purr
It slips between the dust dancing in a shaft of sunlight
(The one you played with in your Grandmother’s dining room)
Peace expands with each beat of your heart
to canvas your town with a blanket of your best intentions.
It is a whisper from your soul to your best friend’s ear.

Peace is ego. It is self-important and satisfied.
It is the sum of crumbs on a plate
And the notch of a belt loosened.
Peace knows where it is going
So well that it never needs to leave.
It does not doubt.

Peace lands on your skin with the impact of a snowflake
It is delivered with a lover’s touch
And infects you with a long, languid implosion.
Peace throws a leg from under the covers
And over the side of the bed.
It leaves its clothing on the bedroom floor.

Peace chooses its orbit and watches from above
It is patient and waits for an invitation
Peace is passive as it witnesses our wars.
It is a pedestrian waiting at the crosswalk
It knows the traffic will break
when it will slip into the street and dance across the asphalt.