On finding peace in a city
I know not the impetus, kind thought or cause,
what intricate providence, made me give pause.
The briefest encounter with a hidden knowing,
a hushed vouchsafe as I watched the slowing
of the world from that bench within the park,
accepting sharp gracious gift without remark.
I know not what manner of good I had made,
that warranted knowledge of this secret shade,
where a sacred and reverent stillness reigned
and where doubt and worry gently drained.