Watcher

I watched them:

The grizzled old man 

with his walker

The young woman ~

big eyes and long dark hair 

The elderly couple 

quietly visiting

I wondered then

Who were they as they grew ~

 ~ toddlers curly hair, 

        cute and busy?

 ~ adolescents ~ beautiful, smooth skin 

        with big dreams?

 ~ young parents just

        beginning family and careers?

My bus stop was just ahead. 

Stepping down from this 

swirl of humanity that must bear 

labels and expectations from others,

I walked into my own life.

“we’re watchers of this world aren’t we? not players”

~ Maggie Stiefvater, (writer)