(Ode to Summer Solsitce)

Or has your libido kicked into overdrive
on this summer solstice
when the day crosses over to night,
disfigured by the absence of darkness.
Your mouth forms words
that I do not believe,
irreverent of the ancient ways,
dancing in the shadowless noon hour,
the sun standing on your head
so that no matter which way you turn,
everything is bright.
There is a moment, at the end of it,
when the Earth stops,
spinning neither forward nor back,
one face dark and the other light,
until it turns upside down
and night returns to our northern hemisphere
and days retreat like a sullen lover
hiding from your partner’s disapproval.