Circles ripple around the head
thought widening,
breath finding its way back
to the body.
The world hums too fast,
but here,
someone chooses otherwise.
Step by step,
foot by foot,
the ground becomes a conversation
not a destination.
A walk that wanders,
that forgets the need to arrive,
that lets the ordinary
open itself quietly.
In slowing down,
nothing is lost
only returned.
- Object number
- 088.065
