All the analysis is saying
that the peace here is temporary,
but more immediately, tonight,
there is a silence in the sky in Hamra,
a silence in the sky in Nahariya,
there is a child going to sleep tonight in the Dahieh,
amid an absence of bombs,
there is a bomb siren not sounding in Tel Aviv.

And maybe here, here on earth in the hinterlands,
far from the outskirts of the heavenly peace, 
Maybe here this is what peace is: a time,
a temporary time,
between the soundings of war,
a day, and a night,
ushering in a quiet separate from
what has known to happen,
a flickering candle held between two hands,
and maybe tomorrow,
as has been known,
a day like this again.