tranquility

there is a neatness,
a prim and proper
quaint confection
to this town, St. Michael
across the bay in Maryland,
the houses painted bright,
or pale
in candied colors, white
trimmed.
the yards a sweet green,
cut just so.
it's clean and old.
a step back into time.
main street is full of tourists
like us,
hand in hand,
going store to store,
to wander, to enjoy all
things, trivial and small,
but a joy, and
once unknown.
new treasures to behold.
if not for the news one
would think
that the whole world
is like this. at peace,
and tranquil, with nowhere
else to go.