Solstice

On this first day of summer
the hive of my body buzzes
and opens onto the lea
of this new season.

I am more than ready
to gather the light
and the heat of the sun
until the farmer whets his stone
to sharpen the blade
that will cut me down,

let me fall to the earth,
leaving only the corona
of who I used to be
to blow away
when the mind leaves
and the thoughts
that were
about this day
disappear.