Encounter

She studied me from across the wall

Standing statue-still, her back to the rain

I wondered if she’d heard me screaming,
riding up the track

I’d convinced myself there was no one else around,
just trees, the rain and me

Her eyes fixed upon me: sodden, wobbling to a halt

No reaction.  No response.  Not a flicker.

Then her mouth began to move, jaw slowly circulating 

Rain blew in sheets against my face

I felt better for the scream