Keep soft inside your ever-sacred you.
Consider your 100 trillion cells,
each its own identity, each small room’s
shrine of nucleus and DNA. Tell
yourself bedtime stories of each cell’s life
as each of your lives, how each universe
connects the universe of you. Decides
what music moves you, which great poet’s verse
melds you to its rhythms, its imagery.
Guides you to intimate friends, and perhaps
a mate. Leads each sense to long for the sea.
Cautions you to avoid fear’s hidden traps.
Feel your tongue tip’s touch as you whisper “love”,
fitting the palate like finger in glove.
Roger Armbrust
March 8, 2015
