for Elizabeth Weber
The moon and earth’s oceans dance, you say. Yes.
I feel that in your painting—pull, push, leap,
dive, curl, quiver, rise. And rise. How we’re blessed
with this rhythmic sway, this melding of steep
wave and vast cape of clouds—deep blue with streaks
of black and gray—and there, cresting on wave’s
spine: pearl crown of our hiding moon who seeks
love from the sea’s wet salt kiss. What can save
us? Surely this pure, passionate arclight
shimmering ocean’s dark profile allures
us with hope. Surely it shows spirit’s might
propelling through this dance, hints of azure
released through endless energy. We pause,
sense invisible stars’ glowing applause.
Roger Armbrust
July 14, 2014
