A Pause in the Action
I leave the broom against the wall,
The leaves may gather, let them fall.
The laundry waits in silent heaps,
While time, at last, her promise keeps.
A steaming cup, a rustling tree,
A shaft of light that visits me—
The chores can wait, the world won’t end,
While I sit still with joy, my friend.
No ticking list, no urgent call,
Just peace that gently cloaks it all.
In breath I live, in pause I grow,
And let forgotten wonders show