Solstice
You know,
last night was the longest night of the year—
when darkness hovers
until the sun rises,
rises, blanketing the trees,
the ocean,
with the color of rose.
In this transition from light to dark,
the caciques go mad,
and the roosters remind us
that it is time to get up.
I want you to wake up
and taste oranges and strawberries.
I want to tell you
that your life is no different
than writing a song,
that you are a baby,
just being born—
that you are no different than
a peony, whose petals
loosen and unfurl,
opening to all that is
possible and impossible.
