Solstice Poem

LM Brimmer
2020

Oh mother, how the lamp
light flickers?!
I could use to see
so much further
out.
 
Here, you walk
in a small room
and outside       lies
a gorge,
I dream.
 
Oh child, the night
must always end.
 
In the sunlight, the early
flour cloud vespers will reach
every crevice as the butter
softens and sugars
the honey the stardust, let
them tether you
open. Ogle spectacle–
Open                sesame.
 
Welcome light!
Welcome passage!
Welcome ancestor!

Remember, some
of us are just
being born.
Some of us will
stay.