Solstice
We grow like plants towards the light –
straining, strong,
blood-sap rising,
our vein-visible leaf-tips fluttering up,
reaching, rushing, straight overhead, meeting beating down sun
at its highest, balanced and
bringing fire to earth – a smouldering
manifestation of living energy.
My growing, glowing plant centre
can sense the neck-cricking pull
to the heart of the solar system.
Did you feel it, too?
Our ancient wisdom, lost
and drifting is easy to resist,
when we are insulated by progress and
enlightenment.
I hope it’s only dormant – a seed
coiled in the dark of a human soul
waiting for more favourable conditions.
