watch and watch

still and hidden one

silent dreaming one

sees the secret

in-between things

stick arms, legs, long breakable neck all gather up

into a bundle a shadow into nearly nothing, white forehead, big

big dark dark eyes perceive, follow

wondrous creatures

that skitter through the spaces in between the people

gathered here today

and leap over the tabletops barely brushing bouquets, flash

along the mahogany bar and out

into the grand foyer with green and black tiled floor

and up strange spiral staircases

which lead to locked doors.

the little girl

leans against the doors, sees dust flowing through the cracks, leans

her head against the door,

rests; gazes out at

across

from a bundle, a shadow, a corner, nothing.