I conjure a calm heart
it feels like a room
with the windows wide open
the dust blows in, the birds fly through
it does not ask the storm to stop
here, the sorrow is gentle
it sits in the corner like an old friend
who has traveled a long way
glad for a place to finally rest
the world drops its sharpest edges
at the threshold
the uneven hours, the urgency of the debts
the loud demands of the noon
they enter here and soften
turning into breathing air
tuning to the reality
of a dream