solstice love letter to darkness

darkness
everyone lies about you, painting your face on tragedy

in the folds of the dark i find room for my dreams
i learn to swallow light, i forget to be separate
i listen to my life, i steal away home
i learn the tongue of skins
i fall in love with the neighbor child
wailing in the not-yet-morning

in the infinite dark i feel ancient again
a kiss full of hibernation
a wilderness brushing back against my fingers
a fist full of bravado
a fertile world within

darkness, in this pale time we need all of the complexity you call breath

the children (solstice poem)

the children run up the stairs
and i realize how old i have become
one choice at a time
in the places i come together
and where i am forever apart

the children climb me
i offer branches and answers
to their years
i have to be so solid
so much stronger than i am

the children are full
i am humbled by the life in them
they laugh with nothing held back
they demand everything of my attention
they bring me here, now

my child face a mirror on the wall
smiles toothless, echoing us
before all the lessons
we know everything
life is learning to forget

the children resist even sleep
they know how precious
all this living is
they dream with open eyes
and surrender mid-vision

the children gift me
the miracle of letting go
the wonder of and in time
the wilderness of right now
the possibility of dawn