I rest in your mind’s palm, free of desire
to fly, calmed by rhythmic balm emitting
from meditative fingertips, inspired
to nest in reeds of your ideas, ringed
with light of your shy smile. What peace to stay
so close to earth, to forage vast grasslands
of your soft laughter, breathe in wind’s warm sway
of your silence. I need not understand
each swerve to your curving fields of meaning,
or why your seasons alter with feelings.
I marvel at your heart’s subtle preening
of barbs from your words, eager eyes sealing
your care for our worth. I’m grateful you let
me stay here, for how we watch the sunset.
Roger Armbrust
April 20, 2010
