Midsummer day
The leaves shimmy
Beneath a changeable sky
This moment, these moments
Cycling year to year
Threaded through the
Eye of the solstice
Despite my tired countenance
I connect. Into the legacy of
Our sun rhythms
The tilted dance
Of millennia of seasons
Remembrance flares
Of many circling hands
Held and spinning
The shimmer of sacred space
For a moment my singularity
Is blinding in its ache
I lean in, breathe.
The poplar fluffs float by
A gentle nudge
to the now
to my belonging to this place
to this time
to today's solstice gifts.