Day 171

June 20, 2021

Happy Solstice

Breath.  It was a good day, quiet and alone and spending time letting go and remembering a long life.  

It was 89 in the rookery at 5:50 this evening, almost 4 hours later it is 74..

I took a short gentle ride and I went out later to watch the sunset.  I ended out writing a new poem.

 

I don’t remember how it feels

to be in love.

But I do know how to love

with this strength,

It makes me cry

makes me weak

makes me know my skin,

is fragile and damaged.

 

I don’t have anyone in my life

that makes my knees weak.

But I do know what wanting to

kiss hard and soft

          is like

          and I do dream of those kisses

although not of

falling in love.

 

Sewing a bond of forever with

thread made of silver

tight and ceaselessly

stronger than my skin.

Resilient and reliable

to the end.