The small girl across the street is screaming.
Not painful cry, but caught in her childsong,
discovering sharp tones beyond dreaming,
delighted in their shrill, startling height, long
as breath will allow, intense with spirit
Ulysses must have known, bound to ship’s mast,
craving wisdom beyond death. Love, hear it
in her voice, joy longing to kiss our vast
universe? Can we match it with our mute
choices, sharing life’s passion through glances,
smiles, hands and arms latching our resolute
bodies, braving what we see? Faith dances
through us, stirred to heal deep fractures from pain,
leads us to sharing our childsong again.
Roger Armbrust
November 23, 2009
