so we were traveling a few weeks back and one thing I love about touring cities and just being in new places (or old ones, for that matter) is people-watching.
and no, I’m not a Whovian but I have friends who are (which I guess is almost the same thing?).
I look down from the bus, see one gray-sleeved arm hanging out of the car window next to us
draped casually, holding a cigarette
one seat over, two pale hands clasped, thumbs moving nervously, restlessly
shiny black leather coat, teal scarf, blonde hair in a messy bun, glasses, green-blue eyes, narrow chin, clear skin
looking out her window, face turned slightly away
he has a gray sweater, short “hair-colored” hair, staring out straight ahead
calm but not peaceful
the car is a black BMW, very nice, shiny silver controls on a black dashboard, pulling a trailer behind it
dirty old trailer behind shiny new car
what is going on behind your calm face, casual arm?
why do your fingers fidget and fret for peace?
in the square, I see a girl in a blue coat, smooth, sleek, felt-like, above her black tights
her face, hidden deep within the hood, is very pale
she stands, hands shoved in that lovely coat’s pockets, looking off to the side
I think, “Aloof. Affected.”
then, she smiles
eyes light up, bright blue, like her coat, the smile sliding across her whole face like a sunbeam across a polished wood floor
I look for who or what her eyes have lit upon, and I think I see her, a friend
laughing as she crosses the square
brown hair, round face, joyful
does she know how she makes the other girl’s face, once cold, even frightened, light up like that?
does she know she has the power to part the clouds over a human soul?
who are you
where do you come from
what is your name
what do you seek
why do you cry
what makes you laugh
what fears flood you at night
why do you get out of bed each day
who are you
i want to know your story
we are all stories in the end