Rare creature loving it, may your feet dance
over currents of poets’ thoughts, verses
carrying you beyond fortune and chance
to clear spring where Calliope nurses
both Orpheus and Linus, peers over
her shoulder and smiles at you, recalling
Memory her mother. You discover
Linus never cries, but sings, installing
music into human psyche; teaches
it to his brother who charms all living
things and stones, as you charm me. Your reaches
of wit and truth unveil endless giving.
Did you know that about yourself and your
godliness? Care’s essence in rare creatures?
Roger Armbrust
January 28,
2013
