Summer solstice

one hundred days of solitude and silence

of seeing myself in all mirrors

of naked skin and bare feet

of being alone and afraid

of pretending that all is well

of going in and out of is-ness

of crying, swearing and yelling

and going back inside in sheer stillness

in loneliness, denial and forgetfulness

one hundred days of solitude and silence

of waiting for something to happen

for someone to say something

for things to become what they were

for days to stay, for time to slow down

for love and light and freedom to win

for the unknown to become bearable
softer, calmer, gentler

In the shortest night

I dream of the shortest nightmare