The sun forgives me for sitting still—
for taking this hour as mine.
The trees hum softly,
but I do not answer.
Somewhere, someone waits
for a call I won’t make,
a promise I’ve left
cooling on the counter.
Here, I am the only witness
to my small, stubborn peace—
legs crossed, arms wide,
holding the world at a distance
just long enough to breathe.