Serenity

Perhaps it is just for the moment,
this interlude.
Perhaps it is forever,

Nothing is certain.

But I will trust it,
lean into it
and sigh a sigh of release,
a sigh of relief,
a sigh of that rarest of things,
contentment,

remembering everything,
the crisp cold of the air,
the sun bright and laughing overhead,
the sound of water in the distance.

I will remember the colors,
and the perfume of late summer flowers that fills the air.
I will remember you
and it will be
enough.

About this poem

Life is turmoil right now. But even here, there are moments. And we claim them and hold them close because those moments are what we remember.

The painting is one of mine, actually entitled “Dawn”. I was doing some digital housekeeping this morning and found it, and it inspired the poem. It wasn’t what I intended to write, but sometimes something sticks with you, and here it is.

Have a blessed day.

Tom