Peace To Find It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Peace of mind and it to find...
These unrestful days will take,
A mask that is found.
To cover one's entire face.
Then putting up both hands.
As if in conversation.
Turning from one hand,
To the other.
Guaranteeing no one else,
Will interfere to interrupt...
What is seen to be perceived,
A conference going on.
That is obviously private.
And...
Made known,
Conditionally invitational.

'Some people will go,
Out of their way...
To be left alone! '

'Yeah...
I agree.
But...
Putting a mask on both hands?
That's...
Crazy! '

'Is it?
I have been watching,
The three of them argue.
And the one in the middle,
Must have said something...
To offend the other two.
And they then,
Took off their masks.
And not another word,
Did I hear them say! '

'Are you nuts?
He was talking to his hands! '

'Well...
Whatever was said,
Made it clear and understood...
Who won that argument.
I know I will be keeping,
My distance.'

'Well...
I think that objective,
He has skillfully achieved.
Purposely! '

'Nobody is that crazy! '

'You're right.
No one is that clever either.
To keep what is theirs...
Theirs to keep it.'

'What are you saying? '

'I only have one mask.'

'Huh? What? '