14/9/16 A poem of observation
There she is
sitting quietly in the corner,
she wants to be seen and heard,
no, she doesn't, yes, she does!
She has a voice, so strong and pure,
yet she is silent.
Her eyes watching, watching,
this is what she knows.
She knows the man sitting opposite her
has a headache, he rubs his temples
and the network of lines on his forehead
tells many stories of worry.
She knows the boy with the balloon
is good at heart, he is kind,
even though she saw him steal the balloon
from the baby in the pram.
She sees the girl in the pretty dress
dancing alone, eyes closed, slowly swaying
loving the music.
She doesn't see the young man,
off to the side, silent also,
watching her watching them.
He knows he is unobserved,
and he is quietly, gently
wishing her well and happiness.