Neon skeletons flash dancing, distant
descent from dark-blue cumulonimbus
appearing and disappearing, instant
glances turning ocean surrounding us
to flaming sequins while you and I, love,
tremble on this dock like angels, humble
witnesses to creation, all above
ultra-violent violet—tumble,
rumble and rush of burning thunderheads.
We who came to celebrate sunrise now
know value of kneeling in breathless dread
to gods’ clashing egos, our arms somehow
enfolding each other, our pleading chords
prayers of yielding to their exploding swords.
Roger Armbrust
July 26, 2009
