Soft Power

There’s a force to peace arriving,
If it’s sudden enough, a whoomf
Of deceleration, horizons

Suddenly shuddering and then still.
Even if it’s noiseless, the world creaks
Like swings in an abandoned playground,

In a weedy part of quiet town
Where the trees stage their comebacks as if
They’d never been defoliated,

Something you feel more than see or hear.
Peace. Calm. The kind you experience.
You’ll be encountering another

Kind soon, the kindest, the kind you don’t
Experience, the peace without you.