It’s the way you gaze at sunsets, your eyes
focused as if hearing an old friend tell
of far journeys, wishing you were there. I
admire your focus, meditation well
beyond me, beyond the earth, it seems. It’s
the way your body stretches toward the light,
your head raised as if to assure planets’
distant messages don’t escape you, sight
of each star’s future code recorded by
your psyche, your body’s every cell. It’s
the way, at last, you turn to me, mute smile
telling me you know I know what you’ve heard,
what you’ve seen out there, what love released while
the universe sings to us beyond words.
Roger Armbrust
July 2, 2020
