Daily, once I recall we’re all afraid,
I can study your eyes just like Kepler
tracked planets, how ellipsis orbits made
imperfection real in space. I refer
to how you glance away when beginning
to speak from deep within, reaching for words
honest as sunlight, your fear of winning
approval giving way to faith. I’ve heard
you sing when you didn’t know your soft voice
carried arias to heaven and back
to my heart. We’d like to think we’ve a choice
when releasing our song. Your voice contracts
and I hear my voice in you. Our eyes make
contact, and we both sing for heaven’s sake.
Roger Armbrust
February 18, 2010
