Marge Piercy-Peace in a time of war
Peace in a time of war |
A puddle of amber light like sun spread on a table, food flirting savor into the nose, faces of friends, a vase of daffodils and Dutch iris: this is an evening of honey on the tongue, cinnamon scented, red wine sweet and dry; voices rising like a flock of swallows turning together in evening air. Darkness walls off the room from what lies outside, the fire and dust and blood of war, bodies stacked like firewood burst like overripe melons. Ceremony is a moat we have crossed into a moment\'s harmony, as if the world paused— but it doesn\'t. What we must do waits like coats tossed on the bed, for us to rise from this warm table, put on again and go out. |