She is marked by the shadows on her back
all perfectly symmetrical and meticulously aligned
but she sits patiently as they fade
knowing that as the sun sets
so the marks will lose their life to the darkness of the night.

She wonders perchance that should she sit unnamedhere again the next day,
will she be fortunate to be branded by the sun’s heat
and the shadow’s that fall?
will her body come alive again
as the shadows rise?

She knows she must return
in the same way,
assuming the same seat,
for she is drawn beyond her understanding
to the light of the criss-crossed shadows that play across her back.