Aristotle spoke of double mock
suns
flowing through bright day. Aratus includes
them in his Weather Signs, defines omens
of storms. Cicero aped that attitude,
wrote of prodigies. They
caused Descartes pause,
led him to natural philosophy.
Considering all this, tell me what laws
of nature cause your glow of ecstasy
as you lie there sleeping in bed, haloes
embracing you, shimmering to hued arcs—
red to orange to blue—hazing through glows
of diamond dust. I, bound in fluid dark,
jump up. Startled awake, you think me crazed
as I bounce and chant loud hymns to your praise.
Roger Armbrust
April 20,
2013
