in circle

the meanings in soundless messages
bodies when they speak, they speak all the time, just watch

young girl scurried past me on the street....
she scared me
saw the move of her silhouette from far...dark blue jeans and black shirt - the wardrobe's new to her, so much self awareness stitched into her clothing

she was slouched in every bone that could bend - she made me afraid of her fear,
streaked me with the taste of her inward curve - pungent crumbs in the air that she carried around her, old crumby blanket of recycled oxygen
ugghh
so much shudder in her still arms, what has the power to glue
the swing of walking arms to the sides???!
what are these things that kill the skip of a gait; crunch ease into a knot?
disturbing....ughh
what does it mean - blind fear?! how does one succeed in hiding in their own shadow
so many songs, snatches of music all around - what are these things...
that record a drone into lovely ears?

she was afraid of me too! why would i harm her in anyway,
i don't think she paused before cowering.
how can i harm that which cannot even be touched?
what's she missing in what she sees?

i don't know
i don't know....maybe over reacting, maybe tomorrow my memory of her would've morphed into mild slumber.....maybe a moment of bleak awareness in me now, but
i still am to see a circle with as perfect a concave as her