Peace is
Stubborn and vain
Or at least true to her ways
You get so used to having
What you want when
You want it
You will call for her and
You will demand her and
You will only get further away
Frustrated and powerless
Then all of a sudden
In a moment between moments
You’ll find yourself
Alone
In motion
In a borrowed car
Listening to this
Clare and the Reasons record
Through Beverly Hills
On a breezy Saturday
Sun fluttering in the window
You wont be thinking but
You will be feeling
Something and
You wont be able to think about what
You are feeling or
How long you have been feeling it or
How long it will last
You wont realize until later
That it was peace who snuck up
Right behind you and
Put her hands over your eyes
Whispering, giggling
Pulling you in tight and warm
Demanding your senses
Gifting you with darkness
You slipped out of consciousness
Full of surprise and
Void of anxiety
Knowing nothing but her hands and
Breath on your neck for those moments
Completely engulfed
In decadent unawareness
The funny thing is
That you could catch the next train
And then the Red Line
Out to Hollywood/Highland
On some other
Breezy Saturday
Get the keys to the Subaru and
Pull onto Sunset with the
Clare and the Reasons record
All the way up
The sun all fluttery
But you’d just think about
What else you could be doing and
What work you left unfinished and
What time you need to get back
You’d be more anxious trying to find her
Than you were when you realized
That you needed to go out looking
You would end up leaving sorry
To have wasted a precious Saturday alone
Even knowing this I am tempted to return