Simply Being

With a half-filled basket, I stroll to the store,

the sky opens wide, endless, urging me to explore.

A stranger nearby nods, lost in thought’s flow,

sharing small joys of existing—time moves slow.

The sidewalk beneath me is cracked like old fears,

each step through this moment dissolves in the years.

Here is my heartbeat, a steady, soft sound,

and though nothing’s remarkable, it keeps me unbound.

What do I do with the breath in my chest?

Is it meant for the mundane, or something much best?

Yet being is a gift, like fresh morning light,

I embrace all the stillness, surrender to night.