Slow Corners

The room settles after hours pass, I feel the day loosen its grasp. Thoughts line up, then gently sway, Like they’ve learned how not to stay. I gave more than I meant to give, Smiled through things I didn’t live. Now the body tells the truth, In the way it finally moves. I turn toward the softer pace, Let the night adjust its shape. Nothing chasing, nothing pulled, Just this calm I never forced. Hands relax, the shoulders drop, The counting fades, the spinning stops. Every breath arrives on time, No need to keep another line. I don’t gather what I lost, Or measure what it cost. I let the edges blur a bit, No need to stay alert for it. I turn toward the softer pace, Let the night adjust its shape. Nothing chasing, nothing pulled, Just this calm I never forced. There’s comfort in the way things slow, When nothing asks me what I know. The body hums a steady truth, That rest was always something due. If sleep arrives, I won’t resist, If it doesn’t, that’s alright. I stay inside this gentle space, Where effort finally loosens its hold. I turn toward the softer pace, Let the night adjust its shape. Nothing chasing, nothing pulled, Just this calm I never forced. I take the long way through this hour, Let time lose some of its power. And somewhere past the need to try, The world grows distant on its own.