Still, in One Peace
Fitting is it not that matters mounting,
with mystifying weight, find smaller place
and quieter voice beside waters of one’s heart, stilled?
Edges blunt as catalysts osmose, and color replaces frightened
monochromatic moods, all oozing
together in the panacea of grace.
I catch my breath long enough to taste air,
long forgotten and let the taste of quiet
fill my longing lungs with life, raw and real.
Here, there are no answers,
only better questions; hints of high above
where life grows smaller but clear, unified.
Lastly, I stretch legs, weary from
longer strides than meant for.
Here I am, still, in one peace.