we had spaces where a floor would curl
through a line up the wall to the world
of its relationship to a ceiling

the rolling overhead of patterned cloud
coffering the light down on the crowd
of finely harvested cloths on her shoulders

whose line wound my arm down
around her waist in the turning
of this dance into these spaces —
 

we had a reach across patterns of change
of partner    from stiffed mountain to burn over
exposured naked to lowland   scaped

to wide skirted ocean whirled in   to air
galaxial circles of spray   crash landed where
we are               re-grabbed into crop pattern taken

as if for alien    this renewed earthen 
reach     its dance lines of relationship grown
as of a port part of everything.