Peace Piece

—After Bill Evans

It is morning somewhere, you know,

The sun is lifting up and sends mist into the air

A glowing line on the horizon

Cars grumble to life and take kids to school

Take people to work

It is what it is.

Maybe there is a car crash a train stalled at a crossing

But probably not.

Just people going from one place to another.

Like every morning.

Like any morning.

It is afternoon somewhere, you know

People eating lunch

Sitting around, taking a walk,

And why not, its lunch time.

Most of the time this is what it is

Not a big dramatic thing

Someone has a salad, someone has a hamburger.

People at a café talk, someone laughs.

Afternoon is as exciting as a bologna sandwich.

Go back to work, do some stuff.

Like every afternoon,

Like every other afternoon.

It is evening somewhere, you know,

People back in their houses.

Kids sit at the table staring down their peas

Later will complain about going to bed.

Something interesting on TV,

Maybe a read a book,

Dinner dishes in the sink.

The sun is gone and street lights are lit

The day is winding down

Like it does every day

Like any day.

The progress of one into the next

Days weeks years.

Kids grow up, move away,

Have breakfast go to work.

Get old and retire.

Take a walk.

Maybe someone dies,

The sun goes down and it will climb up again in a few hours

This happens that happens

Bad things happen

Something interesting is on TV.

Put on slippers warm your feet

Mostly it is the same, these moments, hours, days,

One flowing into the next without pause

A privilege really,

This exquisite monotony,

When you consider the alternative.