kind and gentle heart. My lost and fearful
psyche wants to share its vast self-censure
with your lost and fearful psyche, hopeful
our tender souls somehow may wade toward faith.
Tell me, when we gaze through our microscopes
at each cell’s endomembrane, do thin shape
and color of Golgi apparatus
remind you of sliced avacado? You laugh.
Good. Why not link senses of humor
and irony to our world’s simplest life?
Recognize how nucleus and tumor
share our kind and gentle hearts, fearful souls.
Our whispered sunset walks along the shoals.
Roger Armbrust
August 21, 2014
