Poetry by Markus Hamence – Vila Lumbung, Seminyak, Bali. April 2025

It starts with a breath –
deep, cool, and green.
Like your lungs just remembered
how they were meant to work.

Leaves above flicker like slow disco lights,
sun sliding between them like it’s got nowhere else to be.
You stop checking the time.
Out here, there’s no rush.

The air hums –
not with traffic or to-do lists,
but with the casual genius
of bees, and breeze, and the occasional bird
throwing some freestyle from a high branch.

You walk.
And suddenly the ground feels less like concrete,
more like an old friend
who’s been holding space for you.

Here, under this canopy,
the world doesn’t ask you to be anything –
not smart, not fast, not fine.
Just… present.

And that’s enough.
More than enough.