I deep breathe. I rise. I whisper request
to pay attention. My closed eyes sense sun.
Through open window, steady breeze: caress
whispers back, promising inspiration,
graces my folded hands. Morning’s distant
conversation grows closer: lark, car, calls
of small children from far playground. Instant
insight to our true meaning. We are all
You, I say without sound, mute lips forming
word symbols, signaling continuum
of our conscious contact. Face conforming
to body’s reflex, I lean toward light. Some
force, gentle as lover’s touch, soft surprise
of life, beholds me. I deep breathe. I rise.
Roger Armbrust
April 8, 2010
