Observance

She was a virtuoso in her brazen composure

Suspicious, the tilt of her head as she bent over the missal
So visible, so vividly volatile

Like a breath of steam straining to be foam

Like sea-foam spray craving to rush

To rush and cry over the very rocks, mired in their steadfast prayers

Wary of watching eyes, she became a sculpture

The lines of her back fluid and clear

Her profile focused, her outline intense

Skimming inquiry through a blurring lens

The wind will soon blow her away.