She always stood in the shadows
Quiet and invisible
Yet watching and listening
Looking at the sky, the people
Everything
Observing
Wherever she went she noticed things
Little details
Colors
Smells
She watched how people moved
How they talked
Observing
Sometimes something would strike her
Trigger an idea or a poem
Other times, she would store it away for another time
She almost lived in two worlds
One as a participant
The other, observing
When she sat in a cafe she usually sat alone
She preferred it that way
It was her time just for her
To watch, create, ponder
Write
Observing
