Midnight approaching and I study your
photograph, your eyes reflecting blue dress,
your eyes gazing through lens at a world sure
of your rare beauty if gazing back. Blessed
smile hints at something the world may not know
or does not see beyond camera’s eye.
I’m listening to Nina Simone show
the world seven minutes of
passion, sly
lilting piano and smooth guttural
voice praising the wild wind…for
we’re creatures
of the wind and wild is the wind…Through
all
our wild nights, we’ve somehow found calm, treasures
of solitude sometimes. You got your hair
cut, you said. Good way to start the New Year.
Roger Armbrust
January 5,
2013
