Peace is the knock of my knife against a cutting board
The subtle beeps of the oven timer
The smell of roasted root vegetables and garlic

Peace is the sound of unfamiliar chords becoming acquainted
It is the surrender of the body to music
And lyrics full of nostalgia

Peace is the clinking of nails against wine glasses
And paws against the linoleum

Peace is paper bags full of groceries and afternoon tea
Peace is the end of a journal entry
And at the end of my toes as I tree pose
Peace is the shady nook of my favorite holly

It is standing ankle-deep in the sand
And the carriage of scents pulled by the wind

Peace is an invitation
To laugh
To celebrate
To bask in the warmth of a lingering embrace

Peace is incense and sunlight spilling through window sheers
Peace is unafraid to reveal its tears,
Creating art that beckons them near.

Peace lies in the words whispered in prayer
Peace is Thank you, stranger, friend or foe
Peace is tasting my lover’s lips
It is the crunch of perfectly toasted sourdough

Peace is knowing when to finally let go
Peace is everywhere I am full and my mind is empty
Peace is.