poem – these words

How they unravel in my mind
Their taste when I speak them
The air about them adjusts and
gives way to possibilities; even the
world may change if given the
opportunity of understanding
instinctual knowledge. -She sat
outside at a small table for two.
Alone and smelling the aroma of
life, and still no one knows why
she broke her silent stare with a
smile she should never have given.
And with her, The world has changed.

-M. Taggart