and not one motion her gesture could I forget.

The prettiest bag lady I ever met.
Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass,
Not hour by hour... but pain by pain.
I was a basket filled with holes, &she was the sand I tried to hold
That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand.

I stopped believing, You start to move
[She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine]
I stopped my leaving &the better man bloomed
[&You can pour us out and we won`t mind]

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won't mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine."

&if you`re still looking for a blanket, sweetie,
I`m sorry, I'm no sort of fabric;
But if you need a tailor... then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs,
&mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep,
Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole... and it makes you shiver.

I stopped believing, You start to move
[She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine]
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
[& You can pour us out and we won`t mind]

I was dead then alive,
She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine;
You can pour us out, we won`t mind,
As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "Our lives our not our own."

Even the wind lay still,
Our essence was fire and cold & movement, movement...
Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the Father in you,
Tell them it`s movement, movement, movement &... repose.