Peace

I think peace looks like:  

driving on the highway from College Park  

listening to “White Ferrari” 

by Frank Ocean 

while I start to fall asleep 

which I can afford to do 

because my mom is driving 

I think peace looks like: 

realizing that the world is more beautiful after it rains 

because the shadows are deeper and darker and so is the grass 

and both remind me of the place I used to live 

so I feel fond and achy all at once 

I think peace looks like: 

my bed on a summer evening 

when the words are heavy 

but my fingers are light 

and the sun begins to rest