only here, is she alive

as she stands out in the grass

  dew

       like drops of moonbeam

                                               kisses her feet

living and breathing

sun’s 

       final rays

touch head

                       light of a thousand diamonds

she

             reaches up

                                         and light

balances on the tips of fingernails

           as she holds her hand stock-still

it waits

                           it is patient

          it slides down her forearm

               grazing shirt sleeve

                    as she stands, smiling

                        a dozen times yes

it leaps and dances through the trees

                                          so it can cover her

           and she is bathed in sun