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.