Oasis

Beguiling.

She moves with grace

ease

fluid

through the hoard of people

as though it were a dance.

Watching.

She nods to those she knows

rarely stopping to chat

continuing to float through the room

a silent ghost in high heels.

Pained.

She is screaming inside her mind.

Too many people

too many details

too many what ifs……

Knowing that she will fail.

Running.

Afraid.

Must get free from the claustrophobic heat

from the people

the voices that shout for her attention

go

go

go

sliding out the door to the winter lawn

her breath coming in short bursts.

Drawing close her cloak

she follows the pathway of desire

no sound

silent

but for the sound of crackling snow

full moon

lighting up the glade

there he waits

the harbor in which she is safe.

Oct. 1/18

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