This was one of the holy days of ancient calendars....a day that has been celebrated for time out of mind. Take a moment to reconnect with natural cycles today. It's most preferable to dance naked around a bonfire, or so I'm told; but if that's not practical, at least close your eyes for a moment and feel yourself moving through space. We are citizens of the cosmos.
Vermont Interlude
Midsummer midnight, moonless with a million stars.
We're driving dark dirt roads, windshield fogged with damp,
the night air raising gooseflesh on my arms. Or maybe it's you.
These roads go on and on, you know.
We could go along,
We spiral upward along the ridge
between the lush night trees, oxygen beneath them deep and heavy like a drug.
Let it stay dark, let it stay night, let the moon stay new, the sun
and we'll rise. It will be our own private Rapture, we two pagan souls,
astride the currents of this spirit-ridden night.
We're driving dark dirt roads, windshield fogged with damp,
the night air raising gooseflesh on my arms. Or maybe it's you.
These roads go on and on, you know.
We could go along,
Soar beyond that curve, take flight over the swell of
the next dark hill.
the next dark hill.
We spiral upward along the ridge
between the lush night trees, oxygen beneath them deep and heavy like a drug.
Let it stay dark, let it stay night, let the moon stay new, the sun
stay sleeping.
Just you, me, the wind, the damp, this intoxicating air. Touch meand we'll rise. It will be our own private Rapture, we two pagan souls,
astride the currents of this spirit-ridden night.
