Just we know why they’re rare as Cerium,
earth element named for Ceres. Why most
love stories involve our delirium,
escaping earth’s fertile loam, its seacoasts
framing life’s source. Why earth rises from Greek
era, ancient ones sensing only
care
of earth would save each fragile age. We seek
truth with each grip of soil, squeeze it and stare
as mud seeps through our pores. Buddy Holly
knew what Ceres empowered: love’s blessed seeds
of simplicity. He sang Sometimes
we’ll
sigh, sometimes we’ll cry. That’s
all lovers need,
really: to bare our vulnerable souls.
Tonight we hear him sing. Our arms enfold.
Roger Armbrust
February 22,
2014
