Fear of Movement
by Ru
(written in 1998
revised in 2008)

picking the polish off of her fingernails,
she sits as the trees blow kisses on her,
the trees gently swaying in the wind,
she rolls the ball of her tongue screw across her lips.

looking off at nothing in particular,
the trees depositing their seeds on her skirt,
pondering where her life is taking her,
wishing she had brought the bottle of vino outside.

licking the sugar off her lips,
from the clove she had to buy in Florida,
flicking her ashes on the wooden patio,
vacant, uninspired, and bored.

She breaths out
And the world rushes in to meet her though she cannot
seem to shut it out, they move in and kill and pillage
and rape and burn and destroy and laugh and laugh and
rape the earth and tear each other apart with maniacal
glee and stomp out every small vestige of hope and they
laugh and laugh and they laugh.

She breaths in
And she's looking at the sky, and its that beautiful shade
of blue, deepest azure like lovers sneaking kisses by a
lake, like the biggest velvet blanket wrapping mother earth
in a soft and warm embrace, and through the holes she can
see the sun twinkling playfully back at her, and its dark
and cool and she feels like swimming…

She breaths out
And they run and hurry and bustle and yell and honk and talk
and fall and run and run and run until you're away from the
quaint little shops and it's grey and black and gross and
scary, and they shoot and they kill and they shoot and they
kill and they cry for their loss that they keep choosing that loss.

She breaths in
And she’s smiling and playing in the sunshine and the grass
smells damp and there’s nothing but fun and she’s laughing and
the air is breezy and cool like a soft spring day and the flowers
are blooming and the puppies are grooming and the water is soft
and inviting her in.

She breaths in..
She breaths in..
She's breathing in....