At the Point When All Things Reverse

…. —thoughts of 77 summer solstices hopefully anticipating 78

situated between a pair of equinoxes
a blazing solstice— an apex of angles
and ellipses; parabolas scribed by
inertia and mass in a count of months,
governed by the curve of gravity
at a point when all things reverse

I sweat beneath a star so close
the joist slung across my shoulder
as I stride over dry earth to a nascent house
is as warm to my touch by its radiation
as the thought of you beneath my palm

Jim Culleny