Breathing deep, shoulders rising and falling,

I stare blankly ahead at the old wardrobe,

Where clothes blur into a rainbow haze.

My mind seeks peace in the quiet morning.

Then slowly, like waking from a dream,

I notice my neighbour's  generator humming—

Its steady rhythm: grit-grind, grit-grind,

A mechanical heartbeat in the background.

And somehow, today, this sound I usually hate

Becomes a meditation, a gentle reminder

That even life's annoyances can teach us

How to breathe, observe, and let go.

Remain afloat came a whisper