We’ve turkey on our table, love. Dressing
and trimmings. Witness lantern light dimming
as we hold hands, bow our heads in blessing,
share the meal. But this keeps my head swimming:
How you glow in lantern light, eyes dancing
fireflies of delight, celebrating guests’
every move, it seems, even my glancing
a glass off our wood floor. I should have guessed
it, your love flame swirling to bonfire through
our years. I see it in simplest ways: your
skilled fingers tending our garden—jeweler
etching diamonds. Then your easy smile, sure
I’ll glow like moonlight, or blaze like dusk’s sun,
when we lay as one after guests are gone.
Roger Armbrust
November 24, 2009
