aligned we are to corporeal reality

THE INTRUDER                                                    ACROSS my book your hand augustly reaches—
Thrusts it away.
I turn impatient to the window, watching
The tossed trees’ play,
March sunshine glinting on a chilly rain-pool
That snow-banks frame.
A lusty wind comes gusting on its errand
And names your name.
Captive, defeated, having striven I yield me
To thought awhile;
Letting the sunlight on the roughened waters
Bear me your smile;
Hearing the mischief-making wind that named you
Question afresh
If spirit find in spirit full contentment
Only through flesh.                              Grace Stone Coates                               ( eloquent voice from Montana circa 1921 ) ....