Peace

Some find peace inside the worn cover of a playbook

On a baseball diamond swinging their hearts out

Running fifty yards for a touchdown at the big school game

Making that perfect set in volleyball

Others say it only comes to them when their violin is at the ready

When their ukulele strings are in tune

When the beat of their drums can drown out all their problems

Or some claim it resides in faded yellow pages at the public library

How each tells a story even if the words don't

Finding the perfect nook to pour over every detail and hypothesize over the ending

Eyelids growing heavy just as the last page dawns

Or it is time spent sunbathing with family

Barbecuing on the new grill

Gingham tablecloths and tic tac toe

Unwilling grins from the sibling or cousin that didn't want to be there but is glad they are

Or traveling to exotic locations to be one with the birds and trees

Or even just down the street is a harmonious escape

Or finding that room in the house with extra thick walls to play music really loudly

For many, peace is yoga and hot tea

Lattes from Starbucks after school when a mountain of homework seems easier with espresso running through their veins

Favorite TV shows and knowing their ex's Netflix password

Fluffy blankets and pillows without tear stains

Comfy clothes or wearing pajamas all day

Peace is knowing there is somewhere for everyone

Whether it is sold out stadiums with the bass ricocheting through the whole city

Or a cafeteria seat where you know you're wanted

Or a class that you love

Peace is knowing what your heart wants and following it