Poem for Peace

my blue-tipped fingers
stumble across
these black-capped keys

dashing to capture
a sweet moment
of peace taught
to me by the dancing
sunlight glinting across
winter-bare branches
outside my orchid and
crystal-cluttered window

and then I stop
and laugh

how silly to
be dashing
to capture
peace

when all I
need do is

pause

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Tracie Nichols writes poetry and facilitates group writing experiences from under the wide reach of two old Sycamore trees in southeastern Pennsylvania. She is the co-founder of the Embodied Writers writing group and a Transformative Language Artist helping women write themselves home. You can find Tracie on her website.

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