As It Is

There’s only a glimpse

A quiver 

I feel it is right in front of me

In the left chamber of my heart

Or in the folds of my brain

Something I could pluck and plant

Each time I get close,

It slides away from me.

So I do the things I plan

To fix and sort and beautify

Living life as it is

And still

There’s only a glimpse

A quiver.

“You have peace,” the old woman said “when you make it with yourself.”

~ Mitch Albom,  The Five People You Meet in Heaven