The Gift of Time

Caught off guard, the bus ride ends, I step down,

this hour that’s mine feels like lost treasure found.

An empty bench calls me, sun pouring gold,

as I sit in this moment, letting the world fold.

The gentle breeze whispers, a soft invitation,

where time moves slower, no obligation.

Each second expands, the universe wide,

like a brief stolen hour, my heart opens wide.