Summer solstice now is done –
sun won’t stay to play with me
in teeter-totter tumbling fun,
somersaults along the sea.
Nature’s law – intransigent refrain
insists what rises soon must fall;
it’s not a rule one can explain
still, one day a year I burp it all!
Daily I thank that unnamed force
for all I have, then bite my lip –
avoid complaints and shrug off loss –
bumble my way to give greed the slip,
but sun-bloated ego just took hold of me –
enthralled as I was by Pinnacle Light –
so I’d not give a toss for Great Mystery
preferring two wings to escape it in flight!
In spite of the pain of [fill in the blank]
I would if I could hover right here and never
grow tired watching the sun as it sank
on the sea – on the brink of forever and ever
Sommer Solstice you’re an irksome fellow,
to remind me (damn) of what must follow.
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…I think this started out as a sonnet
but got knocked up along the way (hmmm)
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