Grace,
when it comes into a room,
is recognizable
but hard to put a finger on,
impossible to still.
Somewhere between
the plummet into love
and wonder at
a new green upshoot.
It comes
to re-balance us
and is gone.
Grace,
when it comes into a room,
is recognizable
but hard to put a finger on,
impossible to still.
Somewhere between
the plummet into love
and wonder at
a new green upshoot.
It comes
to re-balance us
and is gone.
Common Poem 