What would you consider calm?

Maybe a tropical palm

Or a vibrant butterfly on an infant’s

Sprouting hair

Yet even a single tulip

Amidst the life that’s bare

Or a teeming cub

In a mother bear’s lair

Could it be the sea?

So clean

So pure

And yet

There isn’t anything I’d

Choose

Except choosing

The look on an

Innocent face

So fresh

So content.