she has been clipping along
the garden path
unaware
just mowing down weeds
she has been hiding out
in the shadow of the valley
the longest shadow she has ever seen
she has been content
with a few trinkets in the closet
yet looks for more without any need
she has been present
but
absent minded presently
she wishes she could dance
with the stars
on a moonlit night
without glancing to see
if the old man ever took his eyes off her
she is full
she is consumed by this appetitie
she is eaten up
by this constant desire to fill her plate to overflowing
she needs to learn how to:
centre
to fasten herself to the ground
to touch the earth and make it stop spinning
