moments

For Be Budding,

— where the trees await.

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it wasn’t marked
or chosen

just—

something in the ground
held differently

as if it had been walked
recently
but not by anyone
she could see

the air shifted
cool
holding
once

not around her
but with her

and she noticed it
the way you notice
your breath

only after
it changes
and your body
holds on to the moment

as if something
had just passed through
and left the air
slightly warmer

she kept moving

not toward anything
exactly

but the path
didn’t feel empty

it carried
a kind of nearness

not ahead
not behind

just…
staying

the tree didn’t ask her to stop

it simply remained
until she did

there was something
about the way it held still
that made her feel

noticed

there are moments
when the world leans slightly
toward you—

and you don’t ask why

and somehow

she didn’t reach for it

but something in her
had already softened

as if the pause
had been waiting
for her
to arrive inside

one foot stepping in
the air easing
and the space opening

not wide or suddenly

just enough
to feel

light resting
differently

as if it had made room
without needing to

she stood there
for a moment

not looking
for anything

but a knowing

that didn’t arrive

was already there

just—

something
that had already begun

and was waiting

she didn’t turn back

the path
didn’t leave her

the ground still held
that same softness

as if it remembered

and the air—

still
slightly warmer

as though something
had just moved through

and stayed
long enough

to soften

what was leftㅤ

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