Serenity Now


gone, missing,
i gasp –
i search
everywhere –
around the bend,
through the gaping
forest shadows,
the underside
of leaves just
frantic at
first, as though
it will never
be found
and there
will be a
gaping hole
in the
moving on.
then the
wind changes
direction and
the fallen leaves
rustle at my feet.
then i smile,
and know,
and stop
so that the
search in
serenity can
really begin. – TS