Tiger Feathers

motion

There's a person over there

just standing, staring

so still, so motionless

so remote and so perfect

she almost looks like a statue

with one hand hanging limply in front of her left thigh

the other grabbing its partner by the elbow

just standing, staring

unaware of the wind tossing her raven hair into curls

or the movement of bodies around her

what is she looking at?

perhaps a butterfly, or bee

buzzing among the pastel flowers in the grass

or maybe at the brilliant sun

shining bright above the palm trees

whatever it is, it must be interesting

for her to be so inanimate, so unmovable

just standing, staring

with a contemplating expression

resting on her face

a turmoil of emotion

hiding behind her eyes

just standing, staring