raucous freshness

grace--
i live in grace.
it feels like tears
tears on a face.

tears of joy
or tears of pain
the feeling goes round
and round again.

and as it rounds
itself anew
the moment like
a centrifuge

spinning away
the imperfect

just
water
salt
against
the flesh

i give thanks
for this
deep
pause--

so much
larger
than its
cause