It’s the Day Between

February 13^th, 2011

Solstice and equinox

Everything is in motion

Warming sun makes sleeves roll up

Then off they go with the wind.

From its cold breezes

Not yielding to lines of season

Written in orbiting paths

Knowing the sun draws closer

To its host where on people

Come out of housed and

Clothed enclosure to steal

Its solitude among trees

Clogging its swift passage

From point A to B,

The will of the wind continues

Tickling branches

Rolling leaves

Lifting birds

Soaring free.

The wind feels its coming weight

Water its heavy hydration,

That makes it hate

The culprit--evapotranspiration.

Water’s great excitement

To rise from the body

And meet the sky

Where in kind acquaintance

He celebrates with brothers

Their fall becoming a dance

Of jubilation, together,

Knowing every secret in life

That three forms

And four spheres afford.

People fight to endure

But love to enjoy

A hot drink in cool spaces.

The tea stirred quickly

Before chilled fast

Sugar left swimming

At the bottom.

Finally giving in

Another layer’s put on

Facilitating one more

Breath in fresh air

Feeling God

In the warming cotton blend,

A promise of reaching the sun’s season

Of flavor in full dissociation.