Grace pulls me outside today,

not so much to play,

more for cloudy lessons

in manners, I wanly suppose;

it doesn’t matter,

may have nothing to do with matter

or her form or content;

she invites a fluent functional dialogue,

con-versing,

dancing in dia-meters

of color frequency octaves

blowing backing forthing,

greeting sea surf’s in and out,

passioned beating of primordial hearts

slow shaking,

sound raking

down toward rooted fingeral feather eyes

darkly groping to digest

what I thought I was accomplishing inside,

without Her.

Grace pulls me inside out each nature dancing day.