I can hear the neighbors, a low chatter,
upstairs the tired are woken
by summer’s clean response
to a scalding, an index of a fiery
sentence to the perils of our sun.
I can leave the windows open
tonight, a gentle breeze,
a reminder of life’s simple
delight, that notion of time
allows our minds to rest.
I can hear the neighbors, a steady whir,
their described lives together,
shared stories similar to ours.
Yet I wonder about separation,
why is it we are all indifferent.
I can leave the windows open,
there’s a sense of peace in the air,
I wonder a loud and in silence,
while a car drifts by in a distant
avenue, that driver holding a key.
I can stand outside tonight,
I can be thankful there is a world,
where a bit of peace can endure
the painful sights of yesterday.
I want to remember only serenity.