she is like and unlike those other hesitant beings
for when she was young and dropped a glass, she watched it fall
watching, watching, waiting, watching
and now when she sees her walk by, her feet seem to be stubbornly stuck in the pavement
she watches her
her with the beautiful mind and careful mouth
and does nothing
her movement spills out of temper
that quick flash of heat beneath her eyes which are usually so soft and milky
and sweet when convenient for those with stories within them
her anger melts into a pool of regret later on
she continues to hesitate
day after day
year after year
lifetime after lifetime
while her soul finds some other home to live in
in another
body
mind
universe
and goes away as softly as a fairies wings
as quiet as the clouds moving by above us all.
