I am a hard woman: I see a reproachful look in my brother's eye, I have been myself again - I sigh. I threw a big stone into a small pool and the shock waves spread over the edges to the ground beyond making the grass turn purple and the leaves go blue, the sky fall in. But the stone was my truth, large, immutable as the self, and I apologise for that to no-one. I am a hard woman according to him.next poem