Venus forms a pentagram in night sky
every eight years, returns home at 40.
Some humans at 40 just begin. I
believe this is true. Paul Gauguin partied,
worked in a bank. Then at 43 moved
to Tahiti, began to paint. (He’d paint
you if he saw you. No doubt, fall in love.)
I try to paint you with words, self-restraint
of an artist measuring color, light,
and your ever expanding spirit, clear
from your words, your star forming each day, sight
of your blessed face blazed before all. Why fear
life when you can paint, love canvas the way
you love kiddos? Begin again today?
Roger Armbrust
December 7,
2013
