curb sittin'

I need a minute.

a minute to just sit.

and be.

to let my lungs fill with air.

and feel my heart beat.

to look around for a bit.

and see the world right in front of me.

to touch the cool pavement.

and let my hair be taken by the breeze.

content in my cozy, worn-out sweatshirt.

the sky bouncing off my cheeks.

I'm holding onto this moment.

a blessing still on its way.