Purely Showing

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There is no mistaking her

She stands poised in a room

Not a plot of land she is interested in buying but could easily own

Taught well, bred better, manicured in good form

Step out of your manners and try to interrupt her wake

You will not be graced with rippling her deep waters

More likely left with a placid polite smile

Two dances she knows well, that of the ignorant and equally, those who are socially formed

She is not the shoes she was told to wear or a princess that lost her glass slipper rushing to get home

Long ago before they told her who she was, she felt she was something more

Her curious warm smile

Seemingly allows space and time to float on its own

A beautiful opening, an almost suspension of the surround

A drag in your consciousness reminding you of home

Gracing herself social pause from all she wished she didn’t know

Her eyes drift quietly in a room full of laughter and roar

Pay attention, for it is during this time

Who she is will be felt deeply in your soul

If you watch with tender sight and gentle ease

Her eyes will speak, no words will be needed

Only a comfortable knowing

In just a glance, a passing moment

Her heart

Purely showing

~Alisa Hutton