Poem: Sometimes peace

Sometimes peace comes from
a look shared across a table,
a moment that makes you feel seen.

Sometimes it comes from pressing
flesh against flesh,
cheek to chest as you fall asleep.

Sometimes peace comes when
you’re so busy,
you haven’t had time to ask for it.

But rarely does it find you
when you’re on your knees.
So stand up, get moving.

Peace will come but
you have to be on your feet.