I listen and I watch,
I observe and I enjoy.
They ask me why I’m sad;
I glance up in disbelief.
Why must quiet equal melancholy?
For me it is peace,
For me it is the chance
To watch the never-ending show called “Life.”
I tell them that I’m fine,
Which is true, but also not enough.
But what else could I say?
How could I explain to them,
The butterflies of the world,
The joy that comes from being wallflower?
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021
