Solstice

as the leaves of the early pre dawning

come alive into faces

and lean their hands against the glass

there sits a silken robe

and fire of eye

mushroom pipe in candle glow mirror

the words a birthing your counterworld

someone had to say

there's a chance in the silence

peace in the blue paisley

the heyokah begged his presence

and was granted access

to the deeper reaches of memory

in theory anyway

we do say certainly

that a familiar smile is forever recognizable

and perhaps recognition is true self expression

again

high bells ring in the knowing