Who will give me serenity?
Will it be you, tree?
With your leaves
that the morning breeze doesn't shake,
when the wind
still hasn't woken up.
Or will it be you, river?
With your waters
that not even a restless storm
can move
while the sea
doesn't know peace
and never did I see it still.
Who will give me serenity?
My soul when it doesn't think?
My heart when it doesn't love
or my flesh when it doesn't want to?
Or it'll be you,
my life,
when you get tired
even of yourself?

July 2, 2017