Solstice Week of Light

The light had gone strange
that week
like yellow bulb
covered by gray silk
7 AMs were spent
listening to
sweet rain
too polite
to wake you
if you weren't already

the week was gentle
it had to be
the little
was moving
the large into a new direction
like a tiny ant
pushing the carcass of
a bug twice its size

all there was time for
was the light

over the small slit
of green explosions
in the city
was an evening light
covering the setting
sky with a mother of pearl
blanket

the grown up summer
so many small things
to see