I must welcome my senses, no longer
pretend I’m a lone brain floating in space,
acting as though isolation’s stronger
than honest contact. Love, I’ve made my case
for avoiding life based on evidence
now dissolved to dust. Now my being must
welcome my whole body’s startling movements,
your body’s every reflex. It’s not lust
I speak of, but facing realities
marking us as human, opening our
heat and light to join loving deities
who formed us, placing us this sacred hour
right here in our universe, facing each
other like stunned saints, heaven in our reach.
Roger Armbrust
January 14, 2010
