sunlight tumbles
tiny puddles on the rug
coffee sighs cool
i trace the quiet lines again
my heart hums shy
a note that won’t quite land
hello morning
whispered just for me to hold
not in a shrine
but here beneath the window
cars rush past dreams
all my lost things float away
yet a small seed
of calm keeps breathing gentle
hello moment
i smile it soft like petals
and watch it glow
wren on the sill
puffed like a pocket lantern
hush, she sings too
three notes, then off to the sky
steam writes faint clouds
vanishing before i read them
my cup is round
it holds the whole quiet world
breath in, breath out
each one a tiny bell ring
dust mote drifts slow
a slow-motion shooting star
inside my chest
something settles like fresh snow
hello stillness
i fold the hush into now
