The Peace Prize
If I'm quiet now -
On my own a lot,
Ink under plants
Tree trunk by water,
Bare feet -
It's because
I'm done with chaos.
My own mind tortured me
With tangled noise -
Distress signals screaming,
Siren doubts, singing louder
Over each other
For the sanity trophy
In a soup bowl.
Silence
Once was to me
An unreachable precious prayer,
The ghostlike glitter water
The thirsting throat imagines
In the desert.
I dipped disbelieving, grateful hands
Into this stream
And here I swim.
Here I swim.
LJ Ireton
2023
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