At this moment I stand in sun beside
the oak…no cars passing…no mute people
walking by…the tree and I in sun…ride
slight breeze I pretend is flight…past steeple
and tower…wonder of what power we
possess when we close our eyes…feel slight breeze…
I once thought of leaping off a cliff…free
of fear…of responsibility…ease
of giving up all…but I didn’t…Think
of what I’d have missed…slight breeze…flight…sunlight…
think of how much love’s potential would sink
into nothing...lover’s glance unseen…a slight
to faith and hope…I pray for end to wildfires
out West…pray they transcend to peace…to desire…
Roger Armbrust
September 12, 2020
