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