her eyes revealed the subtle gesture that lets you know there is ancestral beauty
steeped in tradition.
at first glance it may be mistaken for a tattered thread bare assemblage.
a straw hat sheltered her from the sun, trimmed in grosgrain ribbon shading
her platinum braided hair. a tunic in a small floral print, a finely woven striped
yard of cloth worn close to the body to keep her warm. as she stood in the queue
flexing her toes as if remembering her days of pas de deux and Plie',
i observed her delicate sandals made by a cobbler; beautiful leather and
delicate beading strung between her toes.
as she walked away i heard the subtle clip of her island tongue and the gracefulness
of her stride. discreet royalty.
pictures are one way of seeing. "words" elicit the imagination in ten thousand ways!