Silent Horizons

The room opens softly.

I count one slow breath.

Nothing needs to arrive yet.

I place my hands on the morning table.

The wood is warm.

A small cup cools beside me.

Outside, the trees move without hurry.

I let the day be simple.

Stay

with the quiet.

Stay

with the light.

Let every hard thing loosen.

Stay with the quiet tonight.

A pale curtain lifts and falls.

My thoughts slow down.

I hear water moving in the pipes.

I hear my own name kindly.

I answer with a breath.

If I have been carrying too much,

I set one stone down.

Then another.

The floor holds me.

The air holds me.

Stay with the quiet.

Stay with the light.

Let every hard thing loosen.

Stay with the quiet tonight.

And when the morning finds you,

be gentle with your heart.

The room stays soft.

The breath stays slow.

I leave the door open.