Where Time Removes Its Shoes Poem by Rowena Velasco

I stand where gold remembers prayer,
where quiet climbs the edges of the sky.
The temple does not speak--
it listens… and so do I.

The day starts quietly here,
stone looks worn but steady.
I stand off to the side - away from the light,
and stand there longer than planned.

Nothing is hurried.
not the steps,
not the heart,
even time removes its shoes.

I stop.
I stand there.
A small smile comes,
nothing planned,
nothing for show.