We could have slept
right through the solstice miracle
but we set the alarm
and woke up at 2:29.
It was winter cold and the clouds
were flying, blowing, blocking
the light of the diminishing moon.
We were not particularly impressed.
And then the sky cleared.
I learned that diminishing can be lovely.
Shadows can define.
Brightness is not everything.
Loss is gain.
The moon is not flat as we see it.
It is round, and full,
on the longest night of the year.
And the stars looked brilliant,
as if they were happy to be free
from having to live up
to someone else's expectations.
Beautiful, Susan.
ReplyDeleteI like this one too. Especially the end. You have SUCH a way of seeing powerful interpretations of common - or not-so-common events. You so effortlessly see through the surface to the jewels beneath.
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