A Poem for Solstice

Carole Dwinell is a graphic designer and poet. This poem seems perfect to celebrate the longest day of the year.

MOONSTRUCK

from robinyoga.com

i am

older and wiser now,

it’s true.

but i have a secret.

it’s the moon.

believe me,

it doesn’t just

hand in the sky

with footprints in moondust

and litter of rockets.

no.

it’s a cookie.

crisp, cold silver sugar

to melt

in my mouth.

placed on the skyshelf

and hid until dark

untouched.

then each month

you can eat it.

one small bite at a time.

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