A Soft Moment in Which Absolutely Nothing Was Urgent and That Was Somehow Everything I Needed | Poem by Andrew Yan

That moment.

Lying in grass,

sun warm on skin,

filtered through a net of drifting cloud.

Grass curled beneath arms, neck

soft quilt, cool in places, dry in others,

smelling faintly of earth, green.

Sky wasn’t blue.

It was silence

endless, weightless,

a place to fall into.

World didn’t vanish.

Just… backed away.

Voices faded,

volume dialed down slow.

Wind brushed face,

fingertips barely there.

Thoughts drifted

dandelion seeds,

too light to carry weight.

Nothing pressed.

Nothing rushed.

Only me.

Open sky.

Grass in hand.

Sun folding over shoulders

like it knew.

Didn’t feel small.

Felt like part of something

bigger

than names,

than people,

than time.

Quiet

not empty.

Full of breath.

Light.

Something I couldn’t name.

For a few perfect minutes

the world let go.

So did I. Poem by Andrew Yan