unbreakable

She sat with others drinking cups of tea.

It felt at first, as if she held her beaker

a little differently, a little weaker.

And once she smiled, but somewhat fearfully.

When they were ready, leaving for a talk,

she slowly, as by chance, traversed the hallway.

I followed her and hid behind a bouquet

of yellow roses and an ancient clock.

She walked restrained, in ways a person does

who suddenly was asked to sing a song

in front of people, but she tagged along,

her eyes pearlescent like unpolished brass. 

Proceeding slowly it took her a while,

as if she was unsure what was expected

but then, with insight, everything connected

to her ability to act in style.