but through the window
my vision sharply focused: PEACE.
Interpol dancing loudly on the stereo,
the ‘clank-clank!’ of dishes,
shouted announcement of prepared food: “Ling! Ling!”,
the rip-roar of a motorcycle in the parking lot,
a burst of steam from the espresso machine.
But outside, the wind tickling the trees tickling the sky white-streaked and blue.
There is a peace here maintained by staring out the window.
There is a joy here audible if one listens.