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Saturday, December 22, 2001
Winter Solstice 2001

I dreamt last night of waltzing
As a civil disobedience.
Hundreds of us moving
'til our skins bumped into sweat.
And still we swung together
Bodies joyful, bodies wondrous
As we danced our friends
Away from the police.

I awoke in pre-dawn quiet
Of a city after rain.
And I felt dawn shifting - possible -
Within my whispering chest.
As the neighbor rolled his trashcans
To the sidewalk in the blackness
And the cat decided
Long enough in bed.

In such a time as this one
We can take a chance to open
As a wind moves heavy clouds
- Exiting night.
Soft wistfulness of longing
Streaming outward on a breath.
Shifting in indigo -
Begin to dream of light.

A still, pre-dawn is falsehood
Salmon yet will streak the sky.
It is cold enough outside now,
Will you waken?
Or will we in our shivering,
Lips close and warm, yet cracking,
Like a cluster bomb hits earth
Be split apart?

We can waken into dancing
And extraordinary sameness.
With a softness in our gaze
The world will melt.
With a need to move together,
Let us waken, windy morning.
Let us listen now,
And learn new ways to love.

Winter blessings upon you all - Thorn