Solstice
Unseen rain four hours away on the black horizon.
While you focus on the empty branches above your head
the stars blur into overcast, a milky blue apology
the child within me will not accept.
The Cape Cod inlets flow through him
like the roots of these trees thread mountains.
He is a trick of the light, of beach grass and sand.
And now the days are too short, he will never get home.
Translations from the English 
On this Solstice day, two hours ago, I was wondering about you, Jeff, and missing you and poetry. Thanks for showing up today with this beautiful piece.
Just catching up with some of your recent adventures, AK! So glad you’re here.
A perfect poem for this shortest of days.
Sounds like we were standing under the same sky …
This is beautiful, friend. 🙂
Thanks, AW. Just finished reading your version, and prefer your vision on things, too.
I think we both managed to tell the truth, in our ways.
Which is its own kind of magic. 🙂
Beautiful!