Peace

We sat on a bench, over head a weeping willow’s limbs branched out

In the shade of a dim cold day she said “disconnect your self from the world and you will find peace”

I sat there utterly confused, lost in changes that happened so sudden

I closed my eyes and tried immersing myself in the moment.

How can the world be so calm and surreal for a moment in time?

I heard police sirens as cops drove by

A cry of a lost little girl

A gunshot sounding clear and crisp in the powder blue skies

A shrill scream of terror

The last breaths in a fight for survival

Empathy floods into my heart, I finally understand

All I hear now is wind

I open my eyes meeting a pair so wise and full of life.

A faint smile creased with wrinkles, she spoke softly once more

“Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart”

A reassuring pat on the back and she was gone, faint foot steps retreating slowly

Taking in the world with such perspective.