Between Two Worlds

poem for the summer solstice

Midsummer sunset over Helman Tor, by Carolyn G

Between the Worlds

This zenith of the sun,
its horseshoe arc across the day,
slipping now behind the tor with its logan stones

you leaving family, friends, the luxuriance
of these high summer childhood hedgerows
stitching the moor’s hem,

fierce breeze tossing the treetops,
then the expanse of ocean, motionless,
its barely-breathing surface, the way 

it connects and separates us all at once,
its empty horizon and the ease, on this ferry, 
with which you might see it as a mere passage of water

joining these two lands, while forgetting
that, like midlife, or love, this journey
is, too, an event; is always becoming, 
is also the destination.

Roselle Angwin, summer solstice 2025


Wishing you all an inspiring and joyful summer solstice (in the northern hemisphere) - alban hefin, or litha.

Thank you, as always, for reading this.