Peace took a tumble in the morning
After months of making a presence
For public consumption, situated
Calmly against the window pane,
Pointing South, Peace took a dive.
A hard hit to the wood floor.
The slam crack was startling
Loud in fact, like it wanted
My attention right then and there
Which I didn’t have to give. I was busy
Unraveling my mind in cyberspace.
Where peace is hard pressed to be found
I dismissed the clamor, the strike hit
To the floor. A cursory glance, a nod.
Probably my cat slam dunking his toy
Over there somewhere by the window.
Not to worry, not to be bothered.
Peace was the least of my worries
In the later on with it all forgotten
A passing glance catches the lean
Of Peace against the wall on the floor.
I think to pick it up, relocate the peace.
I don’t. I leave it there. It’s still there
Making peace with my foundation.
That seems about right in the peace
Of things. That makes for the unity
Of wall to floor in a flip flop off
The window,calling out for a better
Place to be for awhile till I hear it
Call out to me to give peace a new place.
It will call me out for relocation
Thank God I tattooed it on my wrist
Long ago just in case Peace crashed
Somewhere and I could still have it
With me no matter where or what
Peace decided to do to get some attention.
Peace is like that. It needs to be seen,
Heard, felt, experienced. It wants
A Chance to fill you up and call you
Out of your revery off the window pane
On to your floor in case you forgot
That Peace and love are the answers