Not quite trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea, little Stuyvesant Cove Parkhangout of neighborhood birders and bass fishermenquietly winds between the FDR Drive and the East River. Recently, 20 dancers and "multigenerational movers" braved a chilly, gusty breeze and lowering sky to perform Our Bodies: Our Planet, presented by the park's Community Environmental Center. Nancy Allison's movement choir made up in democratic people power what was lacking in solar power. Their work, built on skips, jumps, and other easy actions thataside from making this tiny respite temporarily crowded and noisyclearly suggested a day in the life of the park. With the Con Ed stacks a distant backdrop, performers drifted, interacted, bunched up, and dispersed. Small groups split away, running, rolling, scooting around as if riding bikes, or just being trees. "Joggers" circumnavigated the territory, nearly indistinguishable from the real joggers. Mourning doves flew and a seaplane landed on the river in scene-stealing improvisation.