Poetry About Coexistence

Two kitchens season the evening differently. Children trade games across the courtyard. Prayer bells and traffic share the same hour. Peace is not the absence of disagreement. It is the work of making room without erasure. A common table grows by keeping many chairs.

Nothing here is only what it seems. Children trade games across the courtyard. A quieter history moves underneath. Peace is not the absence of disagreement. The patient eye discovers another current. A common table grows by keeping many chairs.

Two kitchens season the evening differently. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Prayer bells and traffic share the same hour. It returns us to difference, neighborliness, plural communities, boundaries, negotiation, respect, and peace practiced in ordinary life. It is the work of making room without erasure. The day continues with a more attentive heart.