Long Days

by Zara Adcock

A long day ends with me
resting in still water.

Above, smeared with blue –
the domed Ceiling of the World.
Dissolving puffs of white
hang and drift.
At the bowl’s edges, paint peels
showing oranges, pinks, and purples.

Each day the Sun lingers
a little longer than the last.
I feel She wants to stall Night
and run away with Her Moon.

The Earth stirs.
The flow of hornets to and from the hive
thickens.

And the birds –
calling their companions come closer
guide me home.

 

Poets Note on Long Days:

This poem was written in the month of June 2015, before solstice.  

Editor’s Note on Long Days:

Long Days is not Zara Adcock’s first work to appear in Eastlit. Her previous published pieces are:

 

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