She Sits On The Porch

She sits on the porch.
Her legs bent.
Her feet turned slightly inwards on the step below her.
Her head on her knees.
Her eyes following the birds.
Her toes peeking out of the holes in her socks.
Her fists clenching and unclenching the edge of the step she sits on.
Her hair resting on her shoulders and her back.
Her finger nail polish grown out so you can see the skin through the bottom half of her nail.
Her toes slightly twitching every now and then.
Her chest rising and falling.
Her mouth slightly open.
Her lips slightly chapped.
Her eyes find the tall green grass in front of the house across the street.
Her eyes close.
Her mind takes her to an open field covered in the tall green grass in front of the house across the street.
Her heart beat slows.
Her breath flows more freely.
Her muscles relax.
Her shoulders drop.
Her toes stop twitching.
Her fists stop clenching and unclenching.
Her mouth turns slightly up at the corners.
Her mind feels peace.
Her ears pick up a sound.
Her eyes jolt open.
Her mouth corners drop.
Her shoulders tense again.
Her toes start twitching again.
Her fists start clenching and unclenching again.
Her eyes follow the birds again.
She sits on the porch.

-Beaskie