Poem

Peace, Circling

Carl Harvey

15 Apr 2026

What kind of peace
Do you think this is?

A peace that watches
With hungry eyes
Our cold shoulders
Get even colder
As this warm world
Gets ever warmer

A peace that hunts
To eat what it may

A peace that steals
And swallows
Our wasted moments
Then flees like a thief
Towards the edge
Of the trees

A peace that gathers
To feast this day

A peace that leaves
Tender hearts
Galloping in circles
To stay apace of
Each small death
Of our solitudes

A peace that circles
Like a bird of prey

Not a Dancer

Time tapped my shoulder. "No, thank you", I said "I'm not a dancer." But it took the lead anyway Dragging me into a waltz With my memories In the twirling swirl Of mind, body, and shadow As the evening sun went down I remember

Screenings

The truth is We are screened in By screens From all sides One side watches While the other Is asked to lose their selves Like when before Our corrections We are told To put in the bin Our dangerous truth Along with Our dangerous Belts and wristwatches From the other

Falling

Rain falls causing all in its wake to slumber. And as they close their eyes Mountains fall into hills. Sleeping, dreaming. And as they dream, They cry. A river Sprouts from higher ground And it, too, falls As all things do. Apart, away, across, always Down slopes That were once

Force of Nature

I am waking. The pounding wet patter Upon my blind windows Pushes me from sleep Into life once more. You are the driving rain And I am at your mercy. I am flying. Grasped by the howling gale My old discarded selves Scatter, are thrown about Given flight once more.

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Not a Dancer

Screenings

Falling

Force of Nature