Dancing the Solstice

 

We gather on this
ground
so that the creek will flow

We circle here so the day
blooms
out of the black earth again

We touch hands
so that the bees will swarm,
the black bear give birth
on the mountain

We come together
to complete the old familiar
circling of stars,
sing our own rising to the moon,
our own
ecstasy to crickets

We are the tribe of all humans
dancing the Solstice,
drumming to the great god
Summer

We call the splintered moment
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