There is panic in the fig leaves
and there are wasps
in the mud and in
the grass.
The sun is smiling up there
dusting the clouds off
picking up the broken limbs
of overgrown trees.
We are all walking
glancing over our shoulders
shaking hands
and stuffing table grapes
in our suit pockets.
We are all tying ties
we are all signing papers
and breaking bones
and tying shoes.
We are all babies
warm to the moon
cool to the sun.
we are all holding our hands
and naming each other.
Let us dance now
before we forget
how.