Wide Open
A moment observed, and set aside
We saw. We understood. Still, we moved.
šŖš
I see her, through the glass
Gather her books
Gather her markers
Gather her bag.
šŖš
She drops -
A book on the floor.
Pauses.
Gazes, arms stretched in the air-
For me.
šŖš
Perhaps I mistook -
The look.
Perhaps I mistook -
Her slant.
Not my business
šŖš
She gathers her bag.
Gathers her books.
Gathers her markers.
Wide open.
We all see her.
And move.
We hear the sirens.
šŖš
Did not mistake the arms.
Did not mistake her stare.
Did not mistake it -
Wide open.
šŖš
I see, through the glass
Her books.
Her bag.
Her markers.
Not her.
šŖš
Original poem for World Poetry Day by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. Ai tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March prompt
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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