pockets of peace

by mandaceehb

lone drowsy soul wandering the third floor

passing quiet staff cubbies suffused with currents of caffeine

they inspire energy in soporific late afternoons when i would much rather be

tucked away in slumber

soft, kind sunlight illuminates deep green and off-white,

gentle on the eyes

looming compound washed over with a tranquil tenderness

hushed bodies lightly droop over stress-free work in a

mutual, beautiful silence

winds ripple through the school, moving tall grasses and glowing leaves

but the people are unmoved and unperturbed

in their own states of stasis; little pockets of peace