Touch: The Journal of Healing
Copyright © 2015
Touch: The Journal of Healing
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Peace
by Jeanne Ferran
facing west on the horizon i can still see
incendiaries, pale as fireflies
far off they sound like
a distant storm,
fall silent in the blanket of night
the clots of earth where i rest my head
are cold and barren
i have been fighting
in someone else’s war
that has moved along
the channel of time.
but now
i lie down in the trench
and appreciate
the silence
and let the dirt
run through loose fingers
and wait for the spray of stars
to remind me of who i am.
© 2015 Jeanne Ferran
Jeanne Ferran lives in the mountains of Western North Carolina. She is a teacher and a single mother of two boys and a black Lab mix. This is her first publication.