She comes from routine
monotony, with just a hint of spontaneity.
She comes from laughter,
the good kind,
with wrinkled noses, cramped bellies and hiccupsbetweenwords.
She comes from knowledge
from sitting,
swiveling,
stretching,
sleeping,
AND an empty mind.
She comes from dark rooms
in quiet houses
filled to the brim
with white noise.
She comes from nowhere of importance
because
where she is going is all that matters.