Solstice Dream

Here's day eighteen's submission of NaPoWriMo (a poem a day for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month): another Summer Solstice poem (I know it's early, but it's for a contest, alright?). Here we go!

Solstice Dream

I was never the one

invited to dance naked

on the beach

in the woods

within a circle of stones

when the shadows were shortest

and the sun swung its arc

across the apex of the sky.

No I didn’t get passed the joint,

smoke hash from a pipe,

or eat the mushrooms;

didn’t sacrifice my virginity

to whatever goddess demanded it,

or shave my head

wear robes

and walk barefoot

over burning coals.

Not me.

Not that I didn’t want to.

But I stayed home,

helped put tin foil over the kids’ windows

so they’d finally go to sleep,

and fell into the mattress

like she was a mistress,

cradling me from the energy

demanded by so much light.

She would cover my eyes with her pillows,

and rise to me, pushing

sensuous, inviting, suggestive.

But I was already snoring,

passing a pipe,

twirling naked in my dreams.