Peace

This time I’ll let the poem speak for itself.

This morning I was afraid of the extremes
I was afraid that yet another two old men would 
fight
For the wrong reasons

That’s why I didn’t take my vintage 
red bike with a big basket – in which I always keep 
flowers on – to the lakeside so I could have coffee with
the pastries I baked last night so I could do that today:

I didn’t. 

Instead I
Instead of giving up of fighting for
the right reasons 
at all because for years

My voice was trembling

because of old men raising theirs for the wrong reasons
	my father being one of them my ex being one of them

Instead I
who hadn’t slept a second last night
who couldn’t seem to close my eyes
until I could peace something off for the right reasons
this morning

I peaced them off
They are peaced off now

Anyway, I
walked quietly to duty
I came back quietly and had breakfast in the kitchen counter
Observing my cat sleeping on the next stool

while listening to Eliot’s reciting 
Burnt Norton

wondering what time 
future 
reserved for today’s 
evening

Now. 

Last evening I was baking pastries so I could go have a piquenique of solitude
Today’s morning on the lake
Watch the ducks not have a clue about time and be so happy

Now I’m sitting here at the lake, watching the celebration of my generation
wondering what if I had come here this morning in the dismay that the old men would keep fighting
me
and everything every smile and every freedom I represent 

Wondering if I had come here this morning and instead of sitting in my car writing this
in fear of old men’s showing up fighting again 
for their gods and their masters and their leaders

Wondering if instead of being still quiet in fear of screaming liberty
I had simply sat on the grass by the lake

Would that simple act of being serene and beautiful like a blue butterfly
have changed the outcome?

I like to think it wouldn’t. I’m still fragile and thinking about the old men fighting
	my father yelling at me my ex yelled at me

but for one thing we have just peaced them all off

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There’s still chaos out there. But peace is in order.

Love,

Adora