Beloved Night #11
You don't want me
to look at you with longing,
but I steal glances
with longing anyway.
And I see radiance.
I see a man bent with the weight of time
and a twinkle at the memory
of life well lived.
I see white-sided porpoises
playing in the light and air
at the prow of my ship.
I see the belt of Venus
between the day-blue sky
and the ecliptic line of night.
I see the fragile limb of the Earth
against impenetrable darkness.
I see a child reach out with trust
that knows no other way
to reach.
How you could keep me
from what I must do:
to praise,
as I gaze into
the small face of God?
Robin Parsons 07/27/01
