Soil and slough pool where spirit draws its long
deep breath and our cell splits to two cells, this
exploding first encounter with passion
evolving to us in art’s catharsis
this very moment. Once I realize
it all relates, I’m forever sharing,
arousing the universe itself. Eyes
cannot ignore energy’s great daring
feat in every intelligent ounce of earth.
Years ago, riding home from Manhattan
to the Jersey Shore, questioning all worth
in life, through my bus window I caught glance
of a creek’s swirling water: lithe dancer
recalling all birth. I’d found my answer.
Roger Armbrust
January 4, 2010
