you give this

smooth persistence
   welling up
         along
the heart-
a new meaning,
a new way too
look at old ways
     clear sight upon
        irregular lines
  the calm,
       the reflective
the silent lamb sleeping in the shade,
away from the noise, the mayhem,
the persistent clutter
        a voice rising up
           a way of peace
                through looking back,
through appreciating where
you have been,
                 remembering the beauty,
                 embracing the calm
     the eye of the storm always
     between the panic,
     always in the middle,
     always still
time for self escape at the heart of a battle
like having tea at a table in the sand during
the Inquisition. like laughing at a joke told
while the bombs drop. like crying for a
child at its birth
     quiet like none of this is real
     quiet like one heart beating
     quiet like the end of existence