The wind moves through the trees
like a thought that never settles.
Clouds shift,
not with urgency,
but with the patience of time
that knows it cannot be rushed.

A single birds lifts
from the fencepost,
its wings silent
against the wide,grey sky.

Somewhere,a door opens-
not loudly,
just enough to let in
the cool breath of evening.

And I sit,
unmoving,
watching the world
remember how to breathe.