It is quiet 
the lull or
eye or darkest
before the dawn 
but for me 
it is peace
that never leaves 
that brings this
one long pause 
it’s just here
like air or
light or wind
hardly ever noticed 
until someone gets 
in its way 
then the thing 
that’s standing there 
gets its attention 
but back to 
peace I’ll go 
for that’s where
home is now 

We are an
amalgamation a compound 
a composite and 
a montage a
list of ingredients 
added sparingly and 
specifically or heaped 
into a mess
bit of this 
smidge of that
stirred or shaken 
just a concoction 
really a sum
of itty parts 
and hopefully good 

Had I known 
for I must’ve 
that things built 
brick by brick 
move ever higher 
and that what
once a view
is now wall
that why we 
built at all 
is lost just 
like the view

I’m at peace 
today nary a
thought tethered to 
mind all just 
feathers lost by
some passing bird
or perhaps even 
one lone cloud 
deciding to drop 
a little rain 
but nothing more 
this day is 

A pensive Sunday 
and my mind
floats happily away 
bouncing off clouds 
hiding in corners 
and behind curtains 
like summer break 
children discovering a 
relatives new house 
nooks and crannies 
in which to 
play and pretend 
this is what 
vacation is for 
to be anything