10 Minutes of Coping
She couldn't make
The leap
It just wasn't in her.
And pulsing pain
Is more than she could bear.
Naughty rendezvous
Would make her stomach turn.
She's dreamt of bolting
- a scared deer
but duty captivates her
- those tell-tale headlights.
So she is escaping
(withdrawing within)
Living out a jaunt
Sophisticated, casual
In her chaise lounge.
A visitor of the South Seas
She bustles through bitter cold New York
Fondly remembers her dear Italian countryside
And an empty runway in Africa.
If I was the other me
What would I say?
What cig would I drag?
What color hair would I toss
From my shoulder?
Ten minutes of coping.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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