It’s that she was decided. She’d faced the possibility, the exposure, and turned away. Not from fear or indifference. She was occupied with something else.
And the thing is that our bodies–to engage our bodies is a kind of labor. A labor that you, meanwhile, watch and judge and consume. You think you’ve paid enough for looking? Go tell her behind.
Leave me, leave us, for thinking elsewhere. Our bodies and minds are stretching in migration. Our feet may seem heavy, planted, but we are moving away. We are joined and healing. We are not for your recovery but our own.