I want to die living. I want my heart
to explode while dancing, not just hiding
in damp caves from dark beasts. I want to start
now as the sun rises, mind abiding
in prayer, eyes celebrating each found soul
gliding past – fertile pollen for all that’s
civilized. Let me inspire, not console,
my psyche’s timid wandering, combat
deep fear by laughing at its horrid glare,
calling it outside to join our long run,
forsake its eternal “no”. Who knows where
all new trails lead? Love knows we’ve just begun
our hope’s faithful search for new dimensions.
We leap in by choice – our great decision.
Roger Armbrust
June 8, 2016
