On this calm, distant shore I wait for you,
watch your raw energy escape the storm,
radiate to calmer water, meld your
blue wave train, its columning swell conform
to seabed, to curling wind and sunlight.
I wonder how you balance it all: lift
and fall, your flexing form now in clear sight,
then gone, then orbiting once more (a gift,
surely) only to refract with such grace
I react with a sudden cry. I laugh,
celebrate your luscious contour. All space
seems filled with your spirit’s lithograph.
I shudder, stagger forth, kneel, then recline,
feel your warm current enclose my coastline.
Roger Armbrust
June 29, 2016
