Oliver Bernard 

Peace Poem

waking at five or so to white sky and various bird beginnings...
  
  


waking at five or so to white

sky and various bird beginnings

from exhausting dreams of past

emotional encounters I can

rest at last in a small room

lying still considering

whether to go back to sleep

seeing the sky go colours of

sunrise I begin to wonder

how the tree looks and the wall

downstairs in the shadow of

the houses sleepers lie asleep

in Kenninghall in Diss in Mellis

bliss behind the children's eyelids

all alone in morning silence

what is peace if it is not

loving indiscriminately

others? Watching over all

human sleep and knowing there's

no need and every need to do so?

what is peace but watching while

being loved and cared for by

the very clouds and trees

and grass

nourishing earth and candid sky

breakneck rivers rising tides?

newspapers at seven o'clock

are laying on the day the grey

word of war and world of worry

all I want's a weather forecast

promising there'll be more weather

 

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