A quiet moment in a busy city

In the heart of a bustling city’s hum,

Where taxis race and sirens drum,

A moment slips through the clamor and noise,

A hush unfolds, a gentle poise.

Beneath a canopy of steel and glass,

I find a bench where the shadows pass.

The sun breaks through, a golden thread,

Kissing the pavement, where dreams are fed.

People rush by, faces a blur,

Lost in their worlds, they seldom stir.

But here, in this pause, the chaos retreats,

As time slows down, my heart skips beats.

A street musician strums a soft refrain,

Melodies dancing through the city’s vein.

The scent of coffee wafts in the air,

And for a moment, I am unaware.

The chatter fades, a serene embrace,

In the midst of the hurried, I find my place.

A quiet moment, a breath of relief,

In this busy city, I find belief.

As day wanes and lights begin to glow,

I carry this stillness wherever I go.

For in every heartbeat, a city can breathe,

And in every silence, the soul can weave.