Solstice
Dec 17 2021
Light is zero sum.
The shortest day of the year
the longest night,
winter here
summer south.
The holiday season,
where some find joy and hope,
while others descend
into lonely despair.
But I take refuge in darkness.
Like the frozen earth, dormant soil
I am inert,
at rest
in my dim underground lair
as time stills
and the quiet thickens,
my pulse slowing
blood cooling
eyes drifting shut.
The underworld of winter;
except ice, not fire
and no judgment here.
While in the Antipodes
it is high summer
under unforgiving sun,
photons
boring down
with the power of fission
the weight of light.
Light and dark, fire and ice
cancelling out.
An exquisite balance
of opposites.
So there would be nothing
without the force
that keeps these poles apart.
Yet how warm, down here
in the constant world
beneath the deepening snow;
the heat
of decomposing soil,
a dim glimmer of light
from above as well as below.
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