“The Longest Day of the Year,”
I remember you’d say it,
like clockwork, as if for the
first time. Then sometimes we’d sit,
   soaking up the extension
   of orange and pink glowing skies.
Now, practice barefoot grounding,
amidst the summer solstice
moon, absorbing surroundings
lit by twinkling stars and the
    glow of summer and new starts
    confirmed by grass-covered feet.