I walk in the opposite direction

I walk

in the opposite direction to everyone else

going about the business of the day

meeting no one

everyone has fear etched upon their faces

and wisps of grey fog in their mouths

heads bowed

intent on not meeting someone’s eye

hoping to be in on time

like children behind their desks

when the master walks in.

I spied her

I spied her

on the other

side of the path

 fastening on  to a twig

churning over and over

the same repeating thought

 fanning the vast endless void

created  from her own tiny point

trying to make new connections land.

A fly fisherman casting a gossamer thread

scheming the boulder with a torrent either side

not letting anyone know her methodical curdling.