Today is the Summer Solstice, and also a full moon.
In a nutshell, it means there’s a lot of light; a whole lot to see and plenty of time to see it.
Last year I wrote a poem to honor Summer Solstice.
I thought I would uphold that tradition, so here’s another one.
With all this light, I’d expect to see even into the future.
Hold this lantern-of -the-longest-day up, shine the full moon closer.
I need to see.
What will come of it all, of me?
Show me next week, show me December. Spoil the ending, please.
But the light falls only on the present, the truth of now.
At Summer Solstice I see what is.
I see a waving field of wheat as ready for harvest as for hail or rot.
I see connections, webs and roots intertwining.
But I don’t see what will happen to it.
That’s not what this light is for.
I stand with the longest day beaming down on my head, and gaze directly into the eyes of the velvety dark.
It’s December I see after all.
At Summer Solstice, the clearest vista is the mystery of Winter Solstice, across the wheel.
And she is not giving up any secrets, no matter how much light I shine.
See? ask the mystery.
Yes, I reply.
love and tons of light,
xo
kv
