having that personal space amidst the chaos

the way she lives
in that big and crowded city
is simple
like being packed
sardines inside a night train
bound for home

she sits there, opens a
book
about romance
and focuses her mind
on a page
like a moment in her
life
she feels like a planet
traveling her own orbit
keeping a certain
distance
in order not to fall
or explode
there is a need really
to prevent a head-on collision
with some
inevitable realities
keeping balance
not that high to hit her head against the sky
and not too low
to drown herself in the ocean
it is, as she narrates,
just being between heaven
and hell
that safe boundary between
good and evil