The stones under her feet

Turn into crabs

The birds inside her head

Turn into dreams

She picks up her dreams

Like a paintbrush

She colours in her thoughts

Like a child

Whereupon the day

Bleeds out of her fingers

Whereupon the night

Blooms from her eyes

She conjures everything

Out of nothing

She speaks 

And there, there is her silence

21 July 2019