The morning hums in soft green light,
dew clinging to the earth like a secret.
I step – hesitant, then sure –
skin meeting the cool press of dampened blades,
each toe sinking into the weight of now.
The world is still here, save for the breeze,
the rhythm of soil drinking the sky’s weeping,
the slow stretch of roots beneath my skin,
the way the earth holds what I no longer need.
Each step unspools a thread of worry,
stitched too tightly in the fabric of my mind.
Each breath unwinds the knots in my chest,
loosened by the way the grass welcomes my heel.
I walk until I forget why I ever hurried.
I walk until my pulse mirrors the quiet earth.
I walk until I remember – I am nothing but this moment,
and this moment is enough.
