HER

Once, don’t you know who there was? Even if she did walk a little high off the ground making the greater part of her unavailable for speculation. Wandering about in the air meant that at any moment she could be anywhere which is better than being nowhere.


Ye the people with their feet in the concrete still felt her to be misplaced. And they talked to one another about her speechless gabble that brushed through the leaves residing in the treetops. For really she was the wind. And the wind can talk of any subject under the sun excepting the specifications of exactly what, where and how it is and how it came to be. For in its speech is movement and in this movement is a frequenting of many different places and manifestations.

But one day and a day is only one amongst many she decided to join or at least try her bestest to address the questions of where to place herself amongst the human beings whom she loved and wanted to join.


So she tied weights to her person which indeed she never quite knew in this way until she started securing to it these weights and gradually, ever so gradually and first and then finally down with a thump, she landed on a place of smooth and regular, highly groomed concrete. There she stood erect and immobile and people gathered around her new-formed person opening and closing their mouths, emitting sounds of countless variety. These she tried to grasp and memorise but the more she took in the more there seemed to be squabbling and bruising up against one another just on the other side of her new-found boundaries. Within this shape she could contain so much and the rest remained cold and unaccounted for. These words grew restless and begun pushing her, bumping her, shoulder to shoulder, small shocks at first then growing in intensity.

With her feet fixed to the ground she fell flat then bound up again. Bowing and straightening like a straw filling and emptying of liquid, it was a tiring way of existing. This was her initial thought concerning her new existence. Then the ferocity of the falls started to grow as the outside influences swelled against her. As for herself she was locked to the spot. Speechless and overwhelmed. Somewhere and going nowhere she was trapped.


So what did she do? Yes she untied the weights and dissipated once again into the spaces between people, the spaces between words where she played in-between the leaves and gabbled herself back into a stretched out existence where she grew once again and seemed to appreciate the humans that she knew feelingly and for this reason could not in the normal way join.