She used to linger, observing the world
and the people and their petty phone calls
of anxieties jealousies and frivolity.
A young girl, she used to wonder at how people
did it, the whole routine, up in the morning
and down at night and all the shit in between.
She used to be amazed at their ease and immediate
acceptance of all the things around them.
She used to wonder in awe at the striking
colors of a field, at the peaceful buzz of
summer flies and pollen in the air.
She used to ask why, again and again until she
was right back where she started.
She used to know who she wanted to be, she used
to know what she loved and whom, she used to know
why,she used to be so unafraid. She used to linger.
Now she walks on by… passing through life as if she
never looked back, as if she always knew what to do.