I no longer 
defend or convince 
but rather let
for everything will
as everything must 
and I’ll sit
quietly and watch 
I am there
and little else 
and the rest 
like I to
them don’t matter 

Peace is pervasive 
this peace anyway 
most like water 
odorless colorless malleable 
but never malevolent 
it can quench 
but also boil 
often it quells 
sometimes it questions 
but like water 
it always changes 
and it cleanses 
it can freeze
but always thaws
giving way to 
lakes and streams 
and rivers and 
rains of happiness 

It just is
and what was
well isn’t anymore 
and so goes 
this gay march 
one thing being 
then it’s not 
stars in the 
heavens have more 
permanence than I
being just dust 

One little lamp
in the corner 
and I tucked 
snugly beneath covers 
lay here wondering 
if the world 
outside my windows 
hear my silence 
or if they
buzz about busily
taking little notice 
oh well just 
more for me 
in these few
very delicate moments 

Face forgive and 
accept not according 
to anything known 
just listen to 
your own words 
for doesn’t the 
tree listen to 
the wind to 
know when to 
let leaves go