Peace
where is it found?
In breath?
In beat of heart?
In smiles and laughter?
In building up
and knocking down
a house of cards?
Inside the cooler house
or in the sunny, warmer, grassy,
flowery backyard?
Alone?
Or in the comfort company
of family or friends or strangers?
And maybe,
anywhere
and any time
between whatever isn’t peace,
which, to stumble upon,
along one’s way,
as long as one still lives and breathes,
there always is some danger.
The Danforth Anchor 