Summer solstice:
We are called
to try to make something meaningful
of this blip in time
But stones laugh
like water tripping down them
and piles of stones fall
with no propriety
like clowns rolling
who know how to fall
by giving and giving
and not standing on ceremony
but letting their inner dignity
fall with them like water
so it stays within
growing stronger
as they sink to their source
And all my efforts can fall
apart
ignominiously
like bits of fluff in the wind
but that which centers me
will draw everything back
to its compelling core.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2011
I was hoping for this. Thanks so much, Wendy.