Leaning into It

As a panda reclines,

a shadow

stitched in light,

chewing

through the green

unhurried, whole—

I too settle in,

all noise silenced,

thoughts stilled—

words

spilling

onto

my pages

as fur

against the soul—

peace

until the clamor

sneaks through

cracks.

My quiet is leased

and solitude

but a crumb.