IN CASE OF PEACE
One could say there is no peace,
never peace everywhere on earth –
some become soldiers, well-honed
tools of the powerful and afraid,
of the unreasonable, of the inhumane
in each of us – and some become
what they must to survive them.
Some become prey, feed and fodder
for the stronger, and the rest of us
become many feet on the treadmill.
But there are moments, epiphanies
lurking and waiting to spring
and spread wide and feathered wings
around us. We must slow down
to be caught, we must be watchful,
learn their track and sign, know
their scent and become familiar
with where they haunt the wild.
And when they find us, stretch
the senses and forget ourselves.