when I see you turns me to galaxies,
tens of thousands of bright stars reflecting
in dreamlike lagoon. I’m Demosthenes’
voice sculpting images resurrecting
Athens’ glory. My prayer-plant leaves unfold
to your light, appearing as hands reaching
out past others’ wandering vines to hold
you. I’m Prometheus unbound, fetching
fire only for you, defying Zeus once
more, laughing as I do. I’m Socrates’
antidote, ancient herb’s magic ensconced
in your smiling face. I’m Hippocrates’
solemn oath, its healing power glowing
throughout me. I’m bold Zephyrus blowing.
Roger Armbrust
July 12, 2010
