another moonless night
another useless day
a few quiet moments
in disquieting times
we'll take our peace
where we find it
even in a 3AM weed-fettered patio where everything is shadow
everything is shadow
even the refinery across the rooftops to the south
even the sound of the helicopter as it creepy crawls the city
even the neighbor's cat, eyes glowing with suspicion
another heartless day
another listless night
and in quietly momentous times
we'll pick up our pieces
where we find them
even in the hole in the bottom of the bucket
even in the storm drains
even in the pile of ash and butts dumped out of someone's car ashtray in the handicapped spot in front of Vons
the pieces are the peace
our peace is in pieces
and we'll find it where we find it
in moonless shadows
and in the stunning silence
(c) David McIntire