Peace

When it's too big to comprehend and your head hurts to try
and the sick dog technology troubles and stressed spouse
overwhelm and you find yourself wandering in the desert
spaces of life wondering if you are enough
ponder, perhaps, the poet,
life rushing past, how she
slows the rhythm, space
opening, breath,
summer scents,
presence,
pause.
Peace.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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