solstice

lay down
by the river
or
St. James fountain
 
shade yourself
under the umbrella of 
friendship
 
which is the trees
 
who only want
to breathe on you
and whisper sweetness
onto your hot skin
 
rest
the pavement is scalding
though it’s 
but June
 
and
the moon is rising
behind 
the sky
of the longest day
 
meanwhile
 
we sit here
in a poem
of remembering
… the playfulness of creation
… the laughter 
that might
have been singing
through that fantastic 
collision
 
of mass and gases and fire
 
unbidden
the alchemy
starts dancing
begins
 
2 children
twirling
giggling
completely
happy
 
and
I think
 
“it could 
-just maybe-
all
be
true”
 
 
 
 
 
 
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2 Responses to solstice

  1. You made me smile over morning coffee just now.

    You have a very raw and innocent poetry style that is very refreshing.

    Stephen.

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