my peace

my peace

my peace is of the kind
where the afternoon is full of sounds
from the construction site outside my door
and inside, a sudden joy
born of nothing and many things
clamour with feelings that sit moist,
in every bend of my being.

birdsong echoing from the deep shade of a tree
pluck at the strings of my wide awake heart

and i'm peaceful like the sky above a honking, maddening traffic jam.

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -