I stood with the happy dirt of the garden in my knuckles
noted the sky
at my singular place:
that lavish snowy dowager cloud
its raiment billowing winglike across the blue
was only that.
This was no explosion, no fire, no loss of home or life.
It was just a cloud.
I stood and thought about that.
Why am I so blessed? And what do I do about it?
On this International Day of Peace, I wish you, dear reader,
a moment of peace
and insight into what we do with it.