when there is no war

poem

there is no war
when the harbor waters
make that noise
flowing onto the pebbled sandy shore

and when the wind whips the waves
to whitecaps
that’s how the world behaves
when there is no war

inundated with information
and worldly demands
i make some time with a foolish attempt
to read the encyclopedia of grains of sand

but there’s no failure having been lost
for now i’m happily dumbfounded
standing here with the shore
and with all this wonder surrounded

yet if i may say so
there’s one thing i abhor,
man’s futile yet profitable propensity
to start but never finish war

and those who shrug their shoulders at it all
sting me to the core,
i guess they’ve never imagined
when there is no war

(photo by the author)