But it's not just the
world that has lost peace.
I lost my peace.
I used to have it.
I used to cook meals with
it,
I used to season my food
with it.
It was with me when I mowed
the lawn.
My peace,
my vision.
I even had it after
Orlando . . .
I was watering the garden
and I looked up
at the clouds passing
over the field,
and that was when I
realized that peace was missing.
Have you seen it?
It was right here only
yesterday?
You ask, "What did it look like?"
Well, like a sunrise,
like a bird singing in a
tree,
like a wetland beside the
interstate.
It looked like a gun with
a flower sticking out of it.
It looked like a catchy bumper
sticker,
like a sunset,
like a red and pink
Hawaiian guitar
with islands stenciled on
it
and a hula dancer.
It made me happy at the
end of a day
no matter what the day
was like.
It looked like a book of
Sappho's poetry
by a reading lamp
switched on.
It looked like a fish jumping clear of a stream.
It looked like a ray of
hope.
Like a sleeping cat.
It looked like my
grandfather's sad face
when he was teaching me
how to throw and catch a baseball.
I was watering the garden
at dusk
and I looked up
at the clouds passing
over the field
and one of them looked
like a pink guitar.
I saw how beautiful
everything was
and that was when I realized
that peace was missing.
It was when I was paying
attention to all the reasons to panic,
when nature was showing
me every reason to hope;
I panicked.
I lost it.
If anyone finds it
let me know.
I'll be home
or you can leave a
message.
(Article changed on July 30, 2016 at 07:27)
(Article changed on July 30, 2016 at 14:20)
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