I have known peace in pieces, by and by,

not whole, not all at once, but moments each,

each dropping softly on the inner eye

like flecks of seafoam on a seablown beach.

When worry rages on inside of me

whose wavy motions every hour fill,

adrift in oceans of anxiety,

the sight of ship and sails can find me still –

the rudder cutting through the noise,

the every breath a present, passing voice,

the quiet choosing, and the constant choice.


-Alistair "Hale" Sauterne