I sought the perfect poem
for this longest day
It was a Goldilocks affair-
this poem too flowery
this poem- what does this one have to do
with Summer Solstice?
None were right
I cannot wear the words of these authors
comfortably
So I must write my own poem
of what the Summer Solstice means to me
that for millennia all across the earth
people, myself among them
celebrate the day when the sun is king
where light exposes the shadows of
dark places, inspires my garden to grow
the flowers to explode with color
to bear fruit, wither to seed
to regenerate the next year
This, the longest day is born by truth
not of political or religious making
Our ancestors and our ancestor’s ancestors
reveled that the sun is our constant
It will rise and set each day no matter what
and we will spin our lives around it as we orbit
day after day
year after year
century after century
holding each other
in its embrace
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