You walked through streets without applause,
soft soles brushing against uneven ground.
The path turned left, then right again,
but you knew where it would lead.
You laughed aloud at a sudden thought,
nobody there to ask you why.
You solved your hunger, found a bench,
counted clouds as they rearranged themselves.
No grand witness marked the small triumph—
the zipper fixed, the sock softly mended.
Your thoughts curled inward, a resting cat,
while the day stretched quietly around you.
There was no story told to a crowd,
no need to turn the moment gold.
It was enough to simply exist,
to stitch joy unnoticed into your pocket.