Piecemeal peace, pool-cover peace,
sweater-over-a-shirtstain peace:
breathe in, count 8, breathe out to 12.
Speak softly, slowly, that’s the key.
Heart beats with the click-clack of a train down the train-tracks
regular and fast, too fast to stop.
Peace like a fishbowl, peace like a jam-jar moth
hammering at the glass to get to the light:
too thick for your paper-thin wings.


This is day 18 of LABIA MUNDA, a series of forty poems during the forty days of Lent. 

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