With you, I find peace.
I find peace through the night and
Through the thunderstorms.

The voice of a flat clarinet
Sings through an open window
Through the warm, paved streets
Full of Honda Civics and ***** buses

The people turn off their bass blasting radios
And adjust their ears to the quiet music
Which softly sighs through the town
Through the busy bakery and the dusty church

The song dies too soon
And the world holds its breath
For one more second --
Exhaling noisy construction, business phone calls,
And the popular love songs that seem to play on repeat.

Forgetting the quiet clarinet song.

The watch read five fifty-two
On a Saturday morning
The sky was dark blue
The stars a warning
that all that begins
must end,

It was now six-oh-one,
Morning had begun
The birds were singing their tune
For the watch-wearer would wake
soon

Another minute had passed
For time was not made to last
For now the world was
awake
Time is left to take.

A new minute had come to life
Exploding
with each new second
Which gave it an identity
Something to be
recognized by
This minute existed all over the Earth,
In this minute all the humans take one
breath
together
Heartbeats of everything which has a heart
Beating
In this minute
A minute when laughter erupts
Babies cry
and old ones die
A minute when the stars twinkle brightly
Their beautiful essence
So far
away
A minute when the trees sway in the wind
Their leaves green and dancing,
All the life that comes from them
rejoicing
A minute when eyes will look and
see
everything around them
For the first time or
the last
A minute that could be one you'll always remember
Or one which was so ordinary
That you forgot