Prompted Poem: Peace

To go to war

with my very circumstance

and fight it to the death, or

to give each moment a chance

and hear what it has to say?

Sway in the breeze,

or acknowledge that hurricane

across the way?

How many degrees

of separation from the pain,

from what goes on outside,

does it take to seize

a tranquil moment in this day?

Just one:

the uncanny membrane

of thought.

A great tumult of monopolies,

distrust and animosity

lies beyond the windowpane,

a deep, collective throe.

But the choice to face it with placidity

is ever ours to make.

Peace, with will and responsibility,

we may take with us, wherever we go.