She witnesses the world around her opening up,

Like the way clouds of stained color disperse from herbs,

Slowly stretching out swirling arms across a mug of tea

Everywhere, everyone is seemingly living,

Achieving greatness or losing sanity,

But doing it magnanimously

She sits, waiting for the unfurling of her own imagined fate;

Darting eyes wondering if the next moment or situation will be the one to

Change things drastically

She learned young,

A watched pot never boils