Aching for Respite

I want to focus on the scent
	of the fresh morning,
the calm of the bud unfolding,
	the birds waking,
	the squirrels chattering
before urban bustle pushes
	into background
	all these then
	out of sight
	out of earshot
	out of mind.

Such requires a certain
	repose
	and a certain
	discipline
which to, in these days,
	I aspire but 
	do not attain.

I am preoccupied by
	the human dramas
	twirling about
	elections
	fears
	wars and wars
the consequence and cause
	of human traumas
here, there, and, to coin
	the phrase,
everywhere.

Let me grasp a moment
	of calm
	some rest
	some repose
	a respite catnap.
Such requires repose
	and discipline
	I tend to lack.
But in this respect, I do 
	respect:
Welcome Sabbath Queen.
Welcome hours of hallowed rest
Welcome quiet
Welcome evening grace.
Shabbat Shalom.
Shalom, shalom, shabbat.