In the secret places inside her head,
she made too much noise.
She trudged uphill along the rows of trees;
speaking to herself aloud.
Intimacy haunted her.
It brought her to life.
Distance wrecked her
and it put the pieces back.
‘Have I lived this more than once?’
she thought as stray goats grazed around.
Here and now; there and then; over and over again.
With doubts piled up,
she rode the uncertainty wave, frivolously,
without grace, elegance or class.
She dealt with it as only she know,
as only she could.
For it was her emotions that were at stake.