Peace

Drops of sunlight between the branches,
wetting the swaying grass –
A bubble makes a rainbow of it,
The slow tenor of solitude.

The leaves dance in twilight,
teasing the wind –
The wind makes a challenge of it,
Blowing harder with each breath.

The boat glides silently across the lake,
rippling the water-
The fish make a monster of it,
Trembling with each slash of the oar.

The sand lies there, glistening wet,
crumbling under my feet –
The crabs make an obsession of it,
Crawling further with every lunge.

Drops of sunlight between the branches,
wetting the swaying grass –
A bubble makes a rainbow of it,
The slow tenor of solitude.