Solstice

The tip of a turn
and off we go
on a new way
to who knows where.

I stand and look
I feel the ground
I fall again
and turn.

To what has been
searing sadness at the loss
Innocence lost
Again and again.

A shadow cast
My dark form
Turns
And finds a way.

Stumbling, sliding, flowing
To the bright
That tempts me
Over and over.

I cannot stay still
I wish I could
But all is turning
Phase to new phase.

I take my breath
And go.