Peace in Proximity

The low drone of passing vehicles lazily drifts on the air like the sound of the sea in coastal villages. There is peace in its inhabited constancy, peace in its proximity.

I once heard a heavy silence, unbroken in oblivion, that shrouds the brain like an awful force. Whispering thoughts disturb like thunderclaps; a beating heart is the rhythm they dance to. My self terrified me in the void. So I sought peace in distraction. And found it.

I love when the sun glimmers in the late afternoon, shining its living light through the blanket of leaves hanging from the American Elms in ordered disarray. They glow with the sun's heat, giving off a soft green light that inspires and encapsulates.

On rare days a slurry of droplets will fall from the skies at this sacred hour, shining like crystals as they descend from the heavens and shatter upon the earth. Their stream seems ceaseless, and one is tempted to save them before they hit the dirt.

I close my eyes,
Overwhelmed in ecstasy.

There are divine moments,
On an imperfect earth.

They are seen with the artist's eye,
And felt by the poet's heart.

This is the only magic I know to exist,
The only living god I've ever seen,
The only love that will never leave.