What this poem means to me is…a time to slow down, to rest, to reflect. Monday is the shortest day of 2020. And for some this can be dreadful especially during a pandemic. But even in darkness, you can see the light. The light of the moon, the stars, the omnipresent universe.  Let me know what you think of the poem. Enjoy!

As night stretches here,

day contracts elsewhere.

And in their night, we are

bathed in light. In all nights t

there is light; In long days

there can be ache too.

For you, we call the sun

to stand awhile, and

the moon too, and stars, and

the waters and the heavens.

Hells as well-just for a

second; just for a breath.

May that breath rest you.

And may each breath rest you,

as it has until now, And now

and now. This one, after

that one, after that one after that one after

that.