…. —thoughts of 78 summer solstices hopefully anticipating 79
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 a 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
4/27/19
Blink 