We say grace before we start to eat good things together, as if our thin voices could somehow divine it. We call it table grace, as if it were the elegance of furniture. We say a woman has it in the way she moves. We equate it with luck sometimes, modify it with sheer as if we could shave it to size.
Our gesture is not the real thing, we know that, thatâ€™s wholly Your deal. This is mere postureâ€” or should we say sheer postureâ€” a way to halt moving limbs, to cease together here, to allow a tilt toward gratitude