A Poem for the Queen on the Summer Solstice:
What do I see, up here with my bird’s eye?
Acres of trying & failing & trying again.
Long, constant rivers of ideas.
I see paths worn deep, leading to temples with roofs shining and cemeteries for what used to be.
Snowy mountain ranges, there to remind me to climb.
And lakes deep with tears & perfectly preserved sunken forests.
From way up here I see migrating flocks & herds, their shift indicating locations of focus & fecundity.
And there at the heart I see nothing but wild.
Relentless canopy, a blind; privacy for what happens at the heart of the domain.
Blessed Solstice, Ya’ll.
love and a rainy solstice,
kv
