Solstice Swim

They watched us, the birds: the slow-gliding swan, the dipping, hungry grebe, 

while we swam and bobbed. We all whooped and gasped as a flaming globe 

nudged itself out from the trees, and spilled like an egg yolk over the water.

The goose called out, the coot busied itself on its floating nest as though to say, Well. 

It is here every day. The mist rises off the surface, the light dances on the lake, the world wakes up. 

Where are you?

photo credit: Viki King