Song of Solace

 Maybe from a collection I am working with here. Not sure yet.

Let the sage burn and sneak into the four corners of each room and crawl between the cracks in the foundation to trap itself behind the sheathing and clapboard.

Achieving absolute peace

Serenity, without qualification.

The world sees this success. Nods in appreciation-inhales and exhales in a perfect syncopation. Pulsing in easy shudders. Order is equal to the sum of my part when it is placed in the proper location.

Sun and clouds a diorama, suspended and rotating like a lazier morning with coffee, alone with the sound of a gentle whir from the cicadas and the simple swell of a breeze.

Looking out at the grass, stuck in the pose of attention.

The sound of a bird. The hum of held breath.

The way the world contracts and expands when the breath is resumed.

All is 

As it is.