Poetry: Peace

 

The day after Christmas brings peace. 

Expectations have been released-

like wrapping paper and bows

crumbled and discarded-

the presents opened,

gifts undressed

now piled under the tree. 

There are just these unpackaged things-

a book, a record, pomegranates and chocolates. 

Bare. Free of their fancy sparkle 

like kindness

simple 

unadorned

There is today an openness 

that comes in through the window-

the cold air outside breathing

Peace. Just peace. 

I could sit here by the window

sipping my cup of dark roast

writing poems

listening

and feeling 

that peace

tor a long long time.