Just This

May 13, 2025

The sky doesn’t ask to be brighter.
The river doesn’t hurry to arrive.
The seed doesn’t curse the soil for being dark.

Everything lives in its own unfolding,
and maybe that’s the lesson I kept missing,
that peace was never hiding.
It was simply waiting for me to stop sprinting toward it.

So today, I let the clock melt.
I let the phone ring.
I let the world whirl on without my supervision.
And I breathe.

Just this.
Just here.
Just now.