I let the Summer Solstice pass on a quiet couch on the hill
absorbing light;
It was as if that whole year could fit into that sky
all the moments since the last longest day when I was dancing and singing and
flailing around with my girl at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival,
music swelling in our ears...
So filled with light it was,
tonight
a gracefully gradual changing of seasons
a yearning and a waning all in one great sky.
East West
Will never meet
Not in this sky
Not on the longest day
Not on this quiet night
Not tonight
I am surrounded by color
Brightening and fading
And I reflect on my life,
These times
When the Iranians are warring with each other
Innocent people are dying, again
The Iraqis still have no power or fuel at times
The Afghanis are angry
and want to know who to "get"
The Crips the Bloods
are all hating each
still
My grandma’s eyesight is nearly gone
My friend loses her father
I have a new lover
I am missing some friends
And my dog
To be completely honest
I am not where I have been
On this longest day for so many years past
I am on a different hill
with the lyrical sound of silence this time
and
This day finally fades.
I have seen all this light.
It did not go unnoticed.
It went with pink and purple and yellow and orange and brilliance smeared together like nothing,
like no one,
I have seen.
It was quite a show tonight,
a quiet show.
It is the mood I’m in
for looking in
sitting still
reflecting and resetting...
There is no time to waste
I know
The days are getting shorter again.
