as a lover’s first hello — envisioned
surely all our planet’s unfolding lives
at once — each stretching blossom’s precisioned
petal, each new infant’s focusing eye.
Listen. It’s opening meditation
recalls you seated, eyes closed, finding why
breath’s peace reveals each poem’s creation,
each body rhythm recalls our own birth —
expanding universe welcoming us.
Hear his growing crescendo, each string’s worth
to the whole. Come sit with me. Let’s discuss
with our eyes his tone poem’s every sound,
reveal depths of love — our healings and wounds.
Roger Armbrust
April 5, 2015
