No, not the Parthenon, its ancient dome
of reinforced cement looming over
Piazza della Minerve in Rome.
Not the Pantheon, where we discover
its oculus welcoming beams from sun
and moon. Nor those simple Roman dwellings,
their congealed graveled walls neatly hidden
by piled bricks. I speak now of compelling
spirit’s experience: Voices, visions
William James cited. Responses to prayer.
Changes of heart rising from decision
to write this to you. Power of your stare
as I view your photo, your blessed message.
I am Antony lost in your visage.
Roger Armbrust
January 3, 2011
