People cry ‘Peace!'
(How we need to believe)
and there is none in this world
to hold us in unbelief

dying, we long for
a yesterday, heedless of pain
or the joy
that it brought us
so long as we know that it happened

We dream glancing over our shoulders
while each dawning rises us
facing the east of our being
shrouded all over in mystery

Our teeming communion, marooned
without memory of home
mocked to silence by
light years of darkening
pierced now and then by a star

People cry ‘Peace!'
Where there's none to be had
and we search high and low for a sign
of some passing beyond our horizon

While all that we hear is the echo
of rushing wind filling our souls
with this restlessness

December 20, 1997