Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Hiking on the Winter Solstice
Hiking over North Mountain on Winter Solstice
The sun like a cold LED light, dead in the sky.
My legs leaden, every step a chore
I stop before an imposing ledge,
Much too high to scale,
Too tired to go on.
Three stone sentinels offer me sanctuary
Ushering me into a secret cave:
A safe haven to rest and reflect
with none of Plato's shadows
to play games with me
about what is really real.
This sacred space resolves all doubt:
Winter Solstice is what's real.
I submit to it's power.