Crevice rock of slight and grain
How does your body seal the pain
Of tension threading keen and taut
And in your face all meaning fraught
With anguish penance for your skill
Your body weaves and bends at will
I scrutinize to draw your turns
And wonder how your body learns
To grow into such braided mesh
Of sinew, muscle skin and flesh
Young maiden gentle lean and kind
With grace your tender head inclined
I think as nature runs it's course
The stage will one day all be yours

Richard Field
2003