Her mind-body scrambles
With primate-like skill
An orangutang of sorts
Seeking higher canopies

Yet always a swing ahead
Of humankind’s centre bulge
Ineluctably its vanguard
Decoherencing the here-now

She scales to new positions
Correspondingly unpopulated
By souls otherwise content
Placing first her self there

It’s not out of love for solitude
Just due to her normalcy
She sees unclaimed hour-lands
And stakes her dominant claim