All we look for, is peace
and that’s the one thing that doesn’t want to be found.
We work eight hours to feel ten minutes of accomplishment,
walk for miles to feel a few minutes of burn, before pain sets in
and then we pray thrice or five times, just to keep ourselves framed in a reality that could go up in the flames of fear and doubt, at any moment.
We oscillate between extremes, running into, making, or hiding away from the noise of life
taking a few moments we can find, on a bus, on a train, to try going to the place we all need to go but have forgotten how.
Peace, I need a piece of you
to make me sweet and whole again.
Hopefully, you are enough to keep me going,
if I can find your source.
Are you doled out like medicine, only when I need you most
or can I be certain you’re abundant, like a river, fed by glaciers incomprehensible?
We need to be soothed, anointed with a balm that cuts through the arthritic buildup of anxiety and despair
and gives us the relief that is found in few an abode.