Summer Solstice at 72
The wheel of the year’s turning
dizzies me this time.
How can I dance? Instead,
I honor the sun with quiet thoughts.
The day pours out its longest luster
for my brightness bath.
Grateful and slow, I immerse.
Leaning back, my body relaxes.
The liquid light of Summer Solstice
takes me over, and I understand
that to receive this gift,
I had to be still, still.
©Susa Silvermarie 2019
