THE SOUND OF CALM
By Richard M. Grove
The gentle shuffle
of swaying branches
strums the back of a long
rust red snow-fence.
A tone is set
with the crystal lapping
at waters edge.
Toronto's harbour
in peace, lit
by distant red blinks
joined by a bobbing gong.
The base bellow of
a distant fog horn
sets droning rhythm,
slow.
Gulls calling meets
hushed breeze.
Fingers of rain stroke
ever so gently
playing this symphony of spring.
This is what calm sounds like.
This is what peace
in the heart feels like
when all is right
for this,
a single moment.
