She burrowed in the shadows
Waiting for recognition like
A flicker in the night
Bearing the burdens of secrets.
Posed as a statue
That's carefully situated
For each passerby to interpret,
She remained without a purpose.
The crowd drifted along
With no clear intent.
They spotted her in their periphery
ignorant to the story obscured.
Then a face in the crowd
Gathered her vibration by
Making direct eye contact
Liberated her with just one touch.
That intimate connection
Between a free-willed being
And a life set in stone provided her
With an unfettered existence.