She wonders sometimes
what drives her
but it is a loose inquiry
as you might casually ask
how you could be out of milk
when just yesterday it seems
you bought a big jug
perhaps she is afraid
if she opens up
she will let in a draft
and extinguish the thing
that propels her
perhaps she is afraid
of the quiet
such stillness would bring
for isn’t truth less alarming
when camouflaged
by all the noise.