Solstice

When your eyes

pause on the ball

that hangs on the third branch from the sun

you remember why it got dark

and why it’s getting light again

the earth like the hearts

slopes in its seat

and like that it travels

along an eliiptical path

drawn in the darkness

Unpolished Pearl

in the sky bright palm of hands

flickering sun flame

And then you remember

That you are yourself

You are a light bearer, a light bearer

receiving radiance from others

flickering sunrise