poor but elegant
poor but elegant was her motto
a life well lived though never traveled
farther than the corner store
is that all there is she thought, no more?
poor of material possessions
she sat cross-legged with nothing to lose
ignorant of any recessions
looking inward as her toes hit the roof
racing up to her brain and then
back again until she went poof
poor and invisible, to others and herself
the others were afraid to look beyond her poverty
and she, she knew that ultimately she wasn’t really there
what was there to dress and who was there to care?
poor of vitals and glands but elegant
in the placement of her hands
she sat awaiting her destiny to be free
of responsibility, awaiting to become the sea
elegantly she peered into nothingness
discovering beauty in her vivid dreams
and what she created on canvas with paint
challenging herself to see more than the eye can behold
actually blessed to be alive if all is to be told
poor but elegant suited her lifestyle
of stillness and space inside and out
a hollow tube of air, lit and unlit
unimpeded by the outside world