Watched Pot

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

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