Solstice
When your eyes pause on the ball
That hangs on the third branch from the star
You remember why it is dark
And why it gets light again
The Earth, like the heart, slopes in its seat
And, like that, it travels along an elliptical path
Drawn into the darkness
An unpolished pearl
In sky-black palm of hand
Flickering sun-flame
And then you remember
That you, yourself, you are a light-bearer, a light-bearer
Receiving radiance from others
Flickering sun-flame
Unpolished Earth in palm of hand
