glow as in aura of cathedral light
your face and body sequined patina
flowing aqua blue, arms angel-wing white
in your revised swan dive—hands spread in a
pair of feathered cusps at your slender hips,
your broad shoulders arching like a stout bow
flexed to launch. Poseidon must bless soft lips,
silken skin bathed by this vital sea. Show
the gods and me you understand we’ve found
our early home here, returned to River
Ocean surrounding earth, recite profound
poems celebrating birth. We quiver
in this waving warmth, revealing our depth
and care, singing hymns though we hold our breath.
Roger Armbrust
September 4, 2011
