My original support group, you flex
like a bow’s limbs when I bow in respect,
lean to kiss, thrust home when savoring sex,
or stretch back to salute sun or inspect
sacred stars. Now I praise atlas, bearing
weight of my personal heaven—nervous
system’s source and vast reaction, fearing
and loving the universe. You serve us
with axis pivoting brain, inviting
senses and open mind to carry our
creativity through vast heights, sighting
our souls in constellations, gods’ power
in microbes, realizing our belief
in connecting with fin ray and palm leaf.
Roger Armbrust
October 12, 2009
