One’s destination is never a
place
but a new way of seeing things.
--Henry Miller
Seeing you focused on the speaker (not
you)—how your eyes squint a bit when laughing,
widen when her words grow solemn—I jot
down in my mind your posture, your catching
the joke before me. I smile at your smile.
I figure you’re heading toward new insight
as your mouth eases open model’s style,
slight push of lips, as if “yes” will take flight
in whisper. We journey far in only
an instant, don’t we. Flow on soft phrases
of experience, link hands with lonely
memories, ride out sorrow’s harsh phases
of confusion and loss. See a new way
to live for only a step, just today.
Roger Armbrust
August 22,
2013
