Peace intruded upon by time.
Tasks to do marring the sublime.
The quiet soul in silent flesh…
Erupts with time stamped action fresh.
Coltish, jerky, routed motion.
Purpose threatens brain explosion.
Temps will rise til doing is done.
Must do all, every single one.
Just when peace has been earned again…
Blank, new horizons to fill in.
It’s said nothing lasts forever.
But, planning ahead is clever.
When at the grindstone, head kept down…
Lookout for peace to come around.
For quiet moments cannot stay.
So, savor til they fade away.