Peace

For me, it’s my yard and garden,
built of toil and grief,
where butterfly, ant and beetle
seek their own brief peace
in spite of robins and catbirds;

just as I lay claim to the peace I’ve sown
and happily share others
who also live in this town
that sits among
corn fields and streams;

though the roads that lead
to this place
over farmland and bridges,
although with their cars and trucks
and their noise and speed, interrupt the pace
and the peace I work to recover.