She wafted in the wind
like a runaway tiger lily.
Pussy willows sprouted
out of her dancing legs.
Her sense of presence
eliminated thoughts
as she aimed for perfection
in everything she did.
With all of her senses
she grappled with gravity
in how she sat, stood and
walked, Inhaling each breath
as if for the first time.
Her vision was so acute
she saw what others
fail to notice, and heard
hidden sounds in music
usually missed by musicians.
Her sense of touch was so
delicate and sensitive
it was applied only by
God’s favorite angel.