The bringers of peace
will always be surrounded
by the circling dogs
and the circling dogs are circling because
it is the peace of dogs to circle.
The blue heron
calmly, suddenly,
in its ambition
toward the peace of old instinct,
snaps up
out of the peace
of misdirected alertness
a leopard frog.
Heron,
for whom Frog is a bringer of peace,
will bring its own peace one day
to the obsidian maw
that swallows you and me
and Heron and all
into the peace of molecular
reincarnation.
Heron, Frog, You, I—
even the surface
of the pacific lake
leave no ripple
that will refuse the jaws of Peace.