Poems for the Solstice

The sunset over San Jose, Costa Rica the night of the solstice - June 20, 2025.

Whisper in the Wind

A cool breeze blows the leaves,

a tiaré flower falls to the earth,

her time on the branch over.

Now, slowly, slowly she will regenrate

becoming part of the soil;

giving new life -

another tiaré shrub,

a coffee plant,

a monstera,

a mango tree.

The possibilities of the life

she will help cultivate is

endless.

Shifting

of the seasons

of my internal compass

of what feels possible.

There’s a clarity in refreshment,

like a crisp, clean towel

out of the dryer

or off the line in the sun.

Warmth

exudes from inside out,

a heat that burns -

a fire in the belly -

tapas

that moves you forward.

But, careful, to not burn out,

overdoing

is what got ou to exhaustion,

the bottom of the barrel,

where nothing was left but

steam -

the amalgamated bits of what was you,

the you of yesterday;

and yet, like all life,

you can be

transformed.