Solstice

On the shortest day of the year

I gather together

My thoughts in my arms,

Carry them outside

where I give them

a good shake out.

See

if I can shake loose

Some loose change,

Find

That spare key

I'm forever

Misplacing,

That lost moment

I'm always

Chasing

Down the street

After the bus.

Upside down

Inside out

On the line -

The sunshine

Of the solstice

Nestles

into the

Loose Knits

And

Tight knots

Then I hold them

And fold them

And put them back

In my head

But this time with

Greater clarity

Or at least

a little

Less dusty