Winter Solstice '97

The solstice is the cusp
between memory
    memorial
    the treasuring of things past and gone
and dream-imagination
    envisioning
    the creation of ways for the future



the light has been fading for six months now
the challenge to our endurance ever growing
slowing down, holding our fires tighter and closer
looking over our shoulders to contemplate the dead

    David Nadel, Moe Moskowitz
        our beloved brothers
        and partners in crime

    Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs
        great heroes of words
        inspiring our youths and adulthood

we touch their remains,
we love them again
we move on



the solstice is the cusp
we pass through the longest night
    the longest night of the year
and the light begins to grow again



at the end of The Seven Samurai
    the two still alive, old friends,
    look all around,
    look to each other and say
    "Again we've survived"

Again we've survived



we begin anew with WHAT IS
we take our time, Nature's time
the growth of the light carries us UP
    carries our imaginations up and out
we bathe in the Light
streaming in the Earth's slow tide of light
swallowed in the Earth's great tide of Life


    Marty Kent
    15 Dec 1997