We are,
each of us,
strange constellations
knit together by half-blind needles of
circumstance and intention
these energies of the body
in bold naivety
are, at the same moment,
unpinned patterns
restrictions of competence
lines of rushed intimacy
or machined expediency
stretches of apparent perfection
turned to loose ends and dropped stitches
the unwanted perforations of grace
through which wisdom
makes her shy appearance