Instead
I pour sea salt
on floor, white crystals on black
forming lines, trails, zigzags, u-turns grief
to healing, meticulously hour after hour,
a canvas emerges
Instead
I stitch a patch
with my sisters, aunts, girlfriends
pinning & folding each sides carefully,
delicately threading, day after day
a quilt spreads
Instead
I prepare chicken soup
& fresh salads & bake pies
rinsing & wiping each plate & cup
tending a warm fire, season after season
a hearth nests
Instead
I pot the garden
& sweep neighbor's side of fallen leaves
offering my bus seat to an old man
& smiles to tired woman behind the check-out counter
a bridge shapes
Instead
I gather all: words & salt grains
& hurl them back to the tides during autumn's eve
perhaps this is how peace finally arrives:
to accept that all returns
to sea
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics on Peace - Inspired by the artist work via Colossal
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