You who sit alone in social distance
to survive, know I’m thinking of you now,
your image on my mind’s screen like a dance
by some Prima Ballerina who bows
only to loud bravos, each graceful step
itself proving you lone Assoluta.
We now define courage with this concept:
realizing faith through our solitude.
When great Makarova defected West,
surely faith’s gift enveloped her,
shining through her Giselle, caressing all
her early lonely nights, her bouts with fear,
watching Manhattan’s skyline, missing Moscow
and her loved ones, just as I miss you now.
Roger Armbrust
March 26, 2020
