Summer Solstice


Today is the day.

Today is the day

you bury your husband -

the love of your days,

the lilt in your song.

Today is the day

you walk away

from church and grave

as you once were –

before:

singular, female.

Yet different.

because of him,

because of

his love.

marked by his light.

In high noon times,

it is hard,

impossible even,

to remember darkness.

Even on this longest day,

every sunrise must set.

photo: Ed Siderewicz

Today is that day.

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