Time Traveller

she is a time traveller past curfew she has never felt more safe she has never felt more dangerous she has never felt more alone she has never felt more her own she is a time traveller past curfew her hair a trail of jet stream spine stiffening fingers clenching eyes darting she means it: racing the shadows floating on waves of dark and white of tentative streetlamp light slipping in and out she rides towards home but in darkness curfews are sliding sand (seconds - hours - minutes) granules plummeting the funneled hour-glass design murmured syllables of recorded time and past the appointed hour in darkness she rides home churning the pedals of that red bike like she means it she is a time traveller