Monday, December 15, 2014

rising sun, you (solstice)

rising sun, you (solstice)

Loving anybody and being loved by anybody is a tremendous danger, a tremendous responsibility.

it is mid-December
just before daybreak
when i walk outside alone

frost and darkness coat the world
tilting toward reorientation—
we will return again to Spring

bare black branches reach skeletal
against the pink-orange horizon’s glow
this coming sunrise of another day

i pause, a solstice

in this dimming fall of life
chilled by an inevitable winter
i am a man bound to dry words

now suddenly warmed at my center
by the wordlessness of memory
radiating bright white through me

recalling the scent of you near
and if smell is our oldest sense
recollection offers immortality

you pull aside your hair revealing
the curve of your neck there
brilliant rising sun, you

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