11 p.m., Solstice eve
I and a random thousand others watch two men
Limbs loose-goose dancing
Blowing bubbles
As the sun rises over Stonehenge
Many hearts fly on the stream

6:30 a.m., Solstice morning
My son
For the first time all summer
Decides to wake up before 10. 
The cat decides this is a good idea, too. 

8:00 a.m., Solstice morning
I shower
Washing my hair
As I dither over words
For this poem.

10 a.m., Solstice day
I have subjected myself
To the beeping-screeching-strobing chaos
Of Malibu Jack’s
All for love

12:30 p.m., Solstice day
I am
In Malibu Jack’s
I begin to doubt this love feeling

3:00 p.m., Solstice afternoon
I am naked
Under a thin sheet
Nervously tip-tapping my toes
Waiting for my doctor. 
All is well,
But I have to come back next year

6:00 p.m., Solstice evening
I am chopping dicing
Crying over onions
Making a Solstice feast
For my little family of two. 
The cats are chewing on our Solstice bouquet. 

7:00 p.m., Solstice evening
I am crouched
Looking like a crazier lady than normal
By a dumpster
Trying to lure out a bunny
Someone has dumped at the park.
I bless the bunny,
Curse the people. 

7:41 p.m., Solstice evening
The sun has slowly
Begun to dip
Below the wavering line of trees
I’m tired
And a dog is barking
But the wheel turns on
So Happy Litha and Happy Solstice
To all the little moments