In library peoples are always giving Ms Nimmo the headache
because they don’t stay in silence
or
they are giggling to their phones.
But Ms Nimmo doesn’t do crazy off her nut at them.
Always she remain cool calm.
She smile,
throws eyes to sky,
tuts lips,
but never crazy nuts.
One day Ms Nimmo asked me about good things of Cluj,
the big city near Pata.
She sit with face near me.
I tell to her lots about my city:
our dramatic sun,
our photo panoramic,
our church cathedral.
‘Wow, I must go one day. It sounds beautiful, Nicu,’ she say.
And she grinning.
On other day
she ask me to help lift
heavy box into office.
‘You’re very kind, Nicu,’ she say. ‘Very kind indeed.’
And I grinning.
Today she say, ‘You don’t seem yourself, Nicu.
Everything OK?’
And even though I hearing only lies and jangle voices
inside my head,
I seeing too
Jess being my defence.
And I grin
the most
than ever before.