I wish I could watch it with you. I’m such
a romantic. Knew nothing about it
really. But I do understand how much
a man can love a woman—vast duet
of ocean and earth. How art can reveal
our essence beyond our conscious being.
I don’t hear from you now—how your heart feels
in late-night dark when stark loneliness sings;
when the gut longs for faith’s salving silence.
I figure if my heart feels it, yours must
feel it too; must sense psyche’s resilience
when surrendering savage fear to trust.
Shall I enclose this? Toss it in the sea?
Pray it flows to you so you’ll come to me?
Roger Armbrust
February 17, 2015
