Committed to the comfort
she found in her own 
disaster 

Unbeknownst…
even unto
herself

Right in the middle
of her tracks

She stopped
(again).

Not one more
poor me
another

Became some-
thing new

Ice cubes fell
into nothing
neat.

Stirred.
Shaken.
Frozen.

Cemented… she stood
stopped then
crumbled

Fragments slowly
reconfigured
on the floor.