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[greenstorm]

Solstice.
It's what happens when everyone is looking.
Blood and pollen and mud and rain in the hair
Sliding in muddy inevitability down the slope
Of bright green grass
Or is it up the slope?
Your feet come out from under you and
Whoosh!
There you are in solstice
Sun still high above
Blood and pollen and mud and rain and your skin
All in the earth together
Even though everyone was looking
Even though everyone was reaching for it
Even though everyone is grasping as if they could hold the light
Between tight hungry fingers
Even though we want it
So much
Still it comes
Sunlight
And a fistful of blood
And pollen
And mud
And green grass
And the soft rain falling
Falling
Falling
Through
So many
Layers
Of
Light.