grace

A kindness given from a prostitute
blackberries plucked off a cold roadside
winter winds that drive the well-prepared
inside warm homes, where sleep is.
A touch from a stranger
someone else's beautiful tattoo
a scab that forms over a wound
where evil has cut through soft skin.
This touch of divine order
causeless, effectless
this cup is the unlikely key
and this wine
is the breaking out of false time
for the rejected.
this window has a scarlet cord
that drips blackberry juice
off chins and bird-beaks