Summer Solstice Heat


This dryness,

juice of my body gone to desert,

savannah blossoming

in the heat of summer

and turning fifty...

I am the bone,

the stripped bark of tree

and flower,

the dry river bed

longing for rain

and the roll of thunder

that fills

this empty well

of my soul,

this cracked vessel

a lantern

in the dark night,

where coolness drapes my shoulders

and star ice

melts in the heat of my being...

Photo: My shadow in our Santa Rosa Labyrinth... reflected from the heat of the summer solstice 2008.