I like sitting next to you. I’m enthralled
by aura of your spirit—intelligent
energy—and body heat that recalls
your sudden stumble (happy accident)
against me before you settled beside
me to view the YouTube. I like watching
you read of spirit, how your strong eyes glide
over blue book, how then they are catching
fluorescent light when you say you’ll go where
you’ll find quiet. And you do. As I sit
alone watching the moon, I wish you were
here gazing with me. We’d speak of spirit,
steps, and universe. I’d tell how I laugh, blog
and recall you saying you’ll get me a dog.
Roger Armbrust
September 8, 2011
