the one

in the photograph,
behind the others,
lined in subtle rows
of choosing, those
on their knees,
or center, or standing
tall, having gone
there for a reason,
you are on the edge,
nearly out of range.
your smile quietly
being the light.
and this is what
i like about you,
there is no push or
pull, no trying to
find the middle and
be the one, you are
that without effort.