Solstice

When your eyes Pause on the ball That hangs on the third branch from the star You remember why it is dark and why it gets light again The earth, like the heart, slopes in its seat And like that it travels along an eliptical path Drawn into the darkness An unpolished pearl in sky-black palm of hand Flickering sun-flame And then, you remember That you yourself You are a light-bearer, a light-bearer Receiving radiance from others Flickering sun-flake Unpolished earth in the palm of hand