“This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year’s threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.”
As I've written about before, I'm a fan of writing letters. I have one steady pen pal and another occasional one. I used to have one in Bamako, Mali (West Africa) but we lost touch; when I was a kid w