Between

It hides,
wedged between buildings,
wedged between catastrophes
and loss and anger,
wedged, ever wedged between bouts
of love and insanity,
it hides,

peace.
calmness,
both at dawn and dusk,
a settling,
a deep breath,
a sigh.

About this poem.

I am in Las Vegas for a convention. Last night, after I arrived at my hotel, I took a walk, my body stiff from the six hour flight. The hotel is on the strip, with all it’s glitter and lights, music and mayhem and the circus-like atmosphere that is part and parcel of the place.

But my eye was drawn to the spot in the picture. A small slice of beauty and calmness, wedged in between towering hotels and the light shows of the casinos coming to life in the night.

These are the moments I seek in my life, the calm times. The peace. They are hard to find, just now. But there are there, if I can look past the glitter and noise, past the confusion and whirlwind that surrounds. That’s where prayer comes in. Or meditation. Or a lover’s arms. All are still places where time stops. And life begins.

Tom