solstice
year’s turning
looking forward or back
trying to stay in the moment
resting
disturbed by enthusiasm
surety
angry at the lack of good grace
envious perhaps
something comes
with advancing years
catching me unawares
long silences
punctuated with
insights revealing
jewels
glowing within
there is only none thing worse
than wrestling with the notion of self
wrestling with the notion of no-self
and the people said,
“Amen!”
