the po-et 24 (sweet wind)

The first time she saw him she wanted to know who he was. Wanted to know where he lived and if she could follow him there. She imagined a street lined with trees and the wind in them sweet. She wondered where this thought came from and how it had crept into her mind. It (her mind) had been locked for so long. She watched him walk across the floor and listened to his voice rattle the walls. He stirred her within. She attempted to contain her fascination. She attempted to tame her curiosity. But it crept out of the box just as it had crept in.

She found him sitting alone his silhouette a shield from the world. She wanted to invade this world. She searched for the opening to the place holding his thoughts, the ramblings roaming every corner--blowing through.