this year, more than any i can remember, i’m so ready for the days to be long again…

for you
for whom the darkness
is a falling into the chasm
with no ending or edge

for you
the solstice holds a hope
– not a promise –
that there might be a moment
less darkness tomorrow
and another still less
in the day after that.

take the moment
greedy
for your holding
as a gift

—

and for you
for whom the darkness
is velvet
holding gently all which must not
see the light

for you
the solstice holds hope
– not a promise –
that whatever cannot be known
can still be honoured
and whatever must not be seen
is still held.