I write this to you, bright sky in your eyes.
I write this to you, deep fear in your gut
smothering fire’s love in your heart. How wise
hiding seems. How simple to pivot, cut
and run. And yet…consider the cosmos
watching all. How your every breath affects
nature’s nearest leaf. Your every word grows
and rises toward stars. Go ahead, dissect
my every phrase, searching for lies. But know
this: Each time I see you close your eyes, prayer
fills my being. Each time your essence flows
through our space, my glad psyche guides me there.
Walk out your door now and study the moon.
If you dare sing to it, you’ll see me soon.
Roger Armbrust
March 12, 2015
