Peace

Peace
Rushes to the edges
Of the outline of
Life but
Does not stay
In the middle
I am there
Looking at it
Admiring it
Like a child’s
Drawn sunrise
The rays are fat
And yellow
Crooked but
Beautiful
I reach out to
Pull it back
So I can know it
In the middle
Where I am
Where my life
Is
But the butter
Mirage of
Crayon lines
Remains on
The edge