Waiting

World circling around her,
Busy people, rushing and thinking;
In their world of preoccupied life.
No one has the ability to notice her sitting,
There, on the park bench attentively waiting;
If they had seen her, they’d know she was waiting,
Considering it a human weakness of sorts.
But looking closely they may have noticed,
The smile twitching at the corners of her lips,
Crossing her legs with content.
People immediately assume she is impatient;
But really, this wait is the best in her life,
She can think, hear, and observe all the life around her,
While she Waits.