She no longer

And she no longer belonged anywhere

Least of all not to time

time 

that breaks your legs

And closes your eyes

Return

through the distance of the air

Air full of transparency like crystals

On the old road

Older than tears of gold

 she passes by faces and bodies and gestures

Where children race and yell 

Look where the stones fell

Stones that leap so lightheartedly

Between lives of illusion and turmoil

There was patience in white cups on the restaurant tables

And patience on brown pages at the bookstores

What a thought it was to walk among the people

And assume that we are not lost