My husband Jeff at the summer solstice
“I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it.”
Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby
Never misses it.
There to catch the pendulum
at its farthest swing.
Earliest birdsong.
Longest days of tender green.
Latest evening light.
Now he sees a child
grabbing at a mechanism
he can’t understand,
yanking it apart.
Seasons, climates, sun and rain
veer out of balance.
Druids at Stonehenge!
Bring small orange effigies!
Cast them to the ground!
--Cheryl Caesar
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