I want to share so much with you I don’t
know where to begin. Not knowing where to
begin, I stand and stare, afraid you won’t
understand my frozen state, or just who
I really am. Who I really am now
defines my poetry—when body, soul
and mind assimilate in sacred vow
with our universe—not my stated goal,
of course. I simply strive for accurate
imagery—to find your form in slender
sculptures, your velvet face among Cassatt’s
delicate women, your caress in dear
lyrics from Sinatra’s ballads. Let’s say,
perhaps I fear you’ll smile and walk away.
Roger Armbrust
July 27, 2013
