A LITTLE PEACE
And what does it
matter, really?
If you cover me in
snow and ice?
I am already buried
anyway.
Even before I got to
the grave,
I was buried
in guilt and
obligations,
in work and
responsibilities,
in pain and fatigue.
Buried again. |
And all I wanted, all
I hoped for,
all I dreamed of was
peace.
“A little peace and
quiet!”
I would say.
Just give me a little
peace.
Because I’m so tired.
and I’m so worn out
and I’m so exhausted
from trying.
Just a little peace.
Which was granted,
as all good wishes
are.
Eternal peace was
given to me easily,
suddenly and freely.
And it was quiet.
I remember that.
It was very quiet.
I had already buried
my guilt and obligations,
my work and
responsibilities,
my pain and fatigue.
I buried them in my
conscience.
I buried them in my
self-righteousness.
I buried them in my
self-pity.
Shovel after shovel,
I buried them deeply.
And then they buried
me,
returning the favor,
deep in the Earth
buried
and buried again
for a little peace
and quiet.