earth: visions

I see peace.

It may not yet live in the streets,
it may migrate from heart to heart,

it may never settle down in my lifetime

But I know that it is
roaming over this place,

waiting for suitable ground
to grow in

so I will offer what
nourishment I can

I will let the banana peels
rot into the ground

I will bury
spent coffee grounds

I will turn the soil over
and speak kindly to it,
expose the moist dirt
underneath the dry exterior

and I will ask the
visions to land in our eyes,
finally.