The peace

Not always recognized.
When you see it, whatever.
When you hear it, yes and?
When you smell it, what's this?
It, perhaps - mildly - catches your attention. For a second, then...
There are other things to think about.

A patch of snow,
A bunch of dust caught swirling in a ray of sun
Light as the air, brisk, playful.
The motion of a hand petting a dog's back
The response, a gentle grunt.

That's the peace.
That, and other things too.
In the breath, and in the stillness and in the balance.

Before the eeriness of an approaching war -
Before the tilt into panic.
Before.


To be sustained, the peace must be noticed.