Arctic Dance

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