photo by author ©
midnight
and to the north
a dogged sun still burns
loath to shed her blazing harness
and to the south
a pale and thwarted moon now yearns
for her lover’s cloak of darkness
and I
I hold
the middle
in this boundless arctic tundra
where I’ll make my bed
for a night that will not come
so here I stand
to celebrate and dance
forever turning circles
turning circles
drunk
in infinite embrace
of moon and sun
and never-ending light