Half cast in shadow
half in creeping daylight
a perfect form,
expressionless
absorbs the soothing beat.

She is all knowing,
but utters no word
from her motionless lips,
lips touched by none.

Worries don't exist here,
here in this coffee-filled cup.
In her thoughts,
she lays confined,
silently waving off the waitress,
she is touching perfection.