Her words pour out jagged and broken
as she stumbles into her thoughts
which dangle like barbed wire cobwebs
waiting to tear through her throat
and puncture the silence.
Sometimes she goes into the city
just to let herself be battered
by its innumerable jostling souls
who cannot meet, but only collide.
She will search every passing face for her reflection,
and finding none,
Will seek refuge in the limbs of an ancient Totara tree
and bathe herself in solitude.