Incomplete Poem

Before her isolation became a sickness,
like the weather, a Thing
seen and talked-out-loud about,
she survived on not taking,
and her existence became
a silence filled with a crowds' voice,
or a deep carving filled with light.

Her feelings shifted with her location,
and, by taking nothing, she travelled
like a river through grassy hills,
as an Emotion
handed off from one current
to the next.