some mornings

.

some mornings
arrive quietly
as if
the world
hasn’t yet
remembered
to hurry

the kettle
taking its time

birds
already halfway
through
conversations
we’ll never hear
properly

light
finding
the edge
of the table
before
it finds
the room

outside
someone
opens
a window

and somewhere
another
closes

the air
carrying both
without choosing
between them

coffee
cooling
slightly
before
the first sip

as though
even warmth
understands
there is
no need
to rush

a bee
hesitates
above

lavender
making
one last decision

before
committing
to morning

nothing
remarkable
happens

and somehow

that feels
remarkable
enough

perhaps
this is
what peace
has always
looked like

not silence
not perfection

just
a saturday
finding
its own
unhurried
breath

　

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