Tuesday, June 21, 2022

20 June

 On the eve of solstice I find

I am unable to stay inside,

My notion to prepare our dinner

At a reasonable time just floats away, and

Though my kitchen is flooded with

Late day light, 

It feels like a summons

To wander into a new season

And so I come back outside, and 

The light feels like joy


Recalibrating dinner intentions, 

Repast can wait

In recall of breathing through 

The vesper of these long twilights

On their ways to pink, peach, 

And the purple deep, I travel 

Far into vast salvation.

 



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