from a new manuscript called
The Solstice Book
You
can find it here
The Solstice Book
contains some of the Winter Solstice poems
posted on this blog in previous years,
along with many poems written over the last five years
between All Hallow’s Eve/Day of the Dead and New Year’s Day;
including one Summer Solstice poem.
This one was written as part of a group of elegies
for several family members and the grief experienced
from the loss of so many creatures and species over
the last several decades.
As I've mentioned before in this blog,
grief can sometimes be a form of praise.
It is also, for me,
a visceral call-and-return experience,
a reaching out into the world
with the senses, emotions,
and the return of something without words,
deeper than words, pre-verbal.
Grief as a cycle of questions and answers
experienced by the body, this body on earth;
pain and pleasure, panic and peace,
interwoven, made of earth
(a stone, a leaf, a hawk's feather, a worm...),
And through this cycle, grief becomes an experience
of connection...to everything.
