At dawn I lift my grateful arms toward sun,
welcome universe, chance to try again.
At dusk, I raise my bruised hands toward oceans,
honor sacred water from which we came,
walk or wander our jagged path toward home—
time to speak to earth and all before all.
By night, I raise my light to your light, come
to you with smile and silent nodding, fall
with your fall, flowing through passion’s shadows.
Our faces mirror moonlight, bodies match
ebb and rise of glowing tides. Heaven knows
us now, how we share its realm. Our eyes catch
and nurture supernovas. We laugh, keep
close galaxies of whispers. Then we sleep.
Roger Armbrust
February 4, 2014
