Here on this gorged island’s northwestern edge,
in Macizo de Teno outcroppings,
we brace to view Cliffs of the Giants’ ledge
after ledge, vast panorama dropping
like mammoth slack jaws into the shining
Atlantic, peaceful waters catching last
glow of sunset. We sit arm in arm, sing
soft lyrics of oceans and lands, hold fast
to each other’s hands, watching sloping rock
and sea turn to matching carbonado.
Suddenly we’re startled by flashing shock
of laser sword sweeping as long ago
against shields of clustered stars above us.
We gaze and wish, asking it to love us.
Roger Armbrust
November 28, 2011
