solstice

can you feel it? life racing along fuller and faster? we glisten shamelessly in the heat of the high sun. ripe mother, sultry and swollen
in her sacred play.

Here, at the full moon of the year
we exalt the longest day
we pivot and bid farewell to the waxing light.

we fold foreward
and summer hangs from the tips of sit bones
raise up with heart lifted
with shouts and spins
and when the great spiral peaks, Leap!
With faith and one great cackling whoop,
enter the waxing dark.