Could life be better than this? Together
we’ve trekked Iceland’s base to this waterfall,
its vast curtain of tiering lava pearl
crashing over former coastline’s cliffs while
our special moment’s massed with gifts: arced prism
of moonbow gracing grass and moss-banked hills,
mastered by lunar glow; and more: streaked chrism
of emerald aurora like angels’
transparent robes consecrating royal-
blue sky laced with starscape. Love, how do we
capture this in memory, stay loyal
to art enrapturing us for only
an instant? How shall history realize
shining heaven reflected in our rich eyes?
Roger Armbrust
November 30, 2011
