Attention
What I give my gaze to
begins to grow roots.
Even the smallest thing
leans toward being seen.
I was taught to watch for trouble,
to brace before I breathe.
But life kept offering
another way of listening.
When I notice what endures—
what opens without demand—
my body remembers
how to soften.
This is where the wild returns:
not with noise,
but with presence
asking nothing at all.
