My student’s didactic poem about peace
stated, “Peace is illusional,
but it always starts with you.”
True.
Peace begins with me
in my mind
I craft a story
designing peace
or destroying it
I see beauty and delicacy in a glass
before deciding if it is half full
or half empty.
Peace begins with me
when clouds shroud the sun
shade and coolness calm me
in the midst of chaos.
Illusions of peace
prevent my full disclosure
from all the webbed fractures
of what is real.
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