My Slab

Curves, cotton, and calm.

Under this arch, even silence feels full.

The air here is slower. Softer. Felt.

Sunlight paints its own architecture here.

Light arrives, touches the table, stays a while.

Here, light and material wash over you alike.

Stillness sits here, between the folds and the veins.

Among the wood and stone, indigo breathes in slow contrast.

Nature walks in and stays for dinner.

A forest wall breathing calm into stone.

Function dressed in tranquility.

A rainforest reborn in marble calm.