Misabarry

Peace did not come into my life.

My life escaped

and peace was there.

Often I bump into my life,

trying to catch its breath,

pay a bill,

or tolerate the news,

tripping as usual

over the cables

of someone's beauty -

My little life:

so loyal,

so devoted to its obscure purposes -

And, I hasten to report,

doing fine without me.