
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