Summer Solstice
For one day we believe
in the high arc of the sun’s
journey, how Earth tilts
and turns, gifts her halves
with heat, one after another,
days rolling into months
into a new season, how
we stand here and know,
how beneath our feet
burrowed deep, the denizens
of Earth’s rich dark
tunnel their lives, and above
the wind whispers
through willow oak and shagbark
hickory, how this world whirrs,
its music neither lullaby
nor waltz, always overture.