Peace came to my door
without luggage or sandals,
with just  its name ~ peace.

Hungry and cold, peace
asked for nothing but to give
of itself in peace.

My rooms all crowded
with anxiety, I had
little room for peace,

littered with wants,
I cleaned a small space for peace
in a cubby hole

under the staircase
where peace lived very simply,
not asking for much

and we would visit
at odd moments, made odder
for their rarity.

But slowly I learned
to come looking for nothing,
for peace had nothing

but itself to give.
So I grew to live without
expectations, poor

at last at peace.