the quiet power...

i walked backwards, against time
and that's where i caught the moon,
singing at me.
i stooped downwards, into my seat
and that's where i caught freedom,
waiting for me, like a lilac.
i ended thought, and i ended story,
i stopped designing, and arguing, and
sculpting a happy life.
i didn't die. i didn't turn to dust.
instead i chopped vegetables,
and made a calm lake in me
where the water was clear and sourced and still.
and when the ones i loved came to it,
i had something to give them, and
it offered them a soft road out of pain.
i became beloved.
and i came to know that this was it.
the quiet power.
i could give something mighty, lasting,
that stopped the wheel of chaos,
by tending to the river inside,
keeping the water rich and deep,
keeping a bench for you to visit.