Peace

an inflamed heart
yearns for peace,

looking to a broken sky,
smiling softly
as if with a deep knowing
of times to come;

ripples stretch out
flowing with the quiet
of not knowing
when and if
they will reach
the far off banks;

puffy clouds
drift along
joining hands
and parting ways,
celebrating both
the coming and going;

peace emerges
in the staying,
when I look out
to the inflamed sky,
without seeking
that elusive sunrise.