The bench was warm, but warm with time
Its edges soft,
its posture kind
A fleck of dust upon my sleeve
As if the day had asked me to leave
But I just sat and let it slow The world still moved,
I didn't go
A breath between,
a space unplanned A pause that didn't ask to stand
A leaf passed by,
then rolled away The sun had thoughts,
it didn't say
I had none to shape or chase Just silence folding into place
But I just sat
and let it slow The world still moved,
I didn't go
A breath between,
a space unplanned A pause that didn't ask to stand
Sometimes rest is not delay It's just the softest kind of stay
The wood end on beneath my spine Its memory mixing into mine
And though the day kept drifting through That bench stayed still,
and I did too
But I just sat and let it slow The world still moved,
I didn't go
A breath between,
a space unplanned A pause that didn't ask to stand
There's meaning in a slowed down beat
Like dust that settles at your feet