Summer Solstice
This
is the contract between light and dark,
day
and night.
Each
accepts when the world belongs
to
the other.
This
is day’s time, we know no sleep,
swallows
cutting
the
sky are giddy with it.
Touched
by the hand of Midas, everything
turns
to gold:
Common
cats-ear, bird’s-foot trefoil
buttercup.
The
sun’s monstrance gilds the high garden,
the
cherry tree.
A
prayer big enough to cover our best selves.
From The Other Side of Longing, a collaboration with Lisa C.Taylor
Published by Arlen House, 2011
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