It is all Here

it is here

no need to look further

in the sleeping

baby

in the tree that does not asks

for respite from wind

unceasing sunlight

inclement weather

in the quiet house

that rests while you rest

and yields to you as

a sanctuary would to that one

being protected

enclosed in space and time

we cast about for finality

for endless

peace

and

it is all here

Annie Kiyonaga

2002