Could anyone love you more than I do?
I never really fear you’ll self-destruct.
It’s just I sense power’s beauty in you.
Wonder if time waits for you to construct
your potential’s tower of light. We smile
like ancient gods in mountain cloud’s thin air,
seem to listen for singing voices while
we meditate. Swirl our bodies through rare
crevices of solitude like hermits
resigned to sacred valleys—our wide eyes
enthralled by sudden ocean, no limits
to its deep rhythms, their constant surprise
reminding us who we are and could be.
I’ll help you gather crystals from the sea.
Roger Armbrust
April 13, 2010
