The sun warms my back
As if to console my column
To soothe my northern spirit
And I believe that today is
Afterall, the longest of the year
But well into afternoon
My appetite grows for dinner
And evening rises with it
Sun to the northwest horizon
Waving goodbye to the desert
The earth cools underfoot
And winter whispers brush
This is solstice
My first southern solstice
Winter after winter
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When do you comeback to Övertorneå! Best regards Stig Kerttu
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Galen,
I live in Oakland, Ca and am friends with Malcolm. He told me about your trip and your blog. WOW. I hope to meet you one day…
Two things in the meantime–
1. Seamus Heaney, ‘Waterfall’
The burn drowns steadily in its own downpour,
A helter-skelter of muslin and glass
That skids to a halt, crashing up suds.
Simultaneous acceleration
And sudden braking; water goes over
Like villains dropped screaming to justice.
It appears an athletic glacier
Has reared into reverse: is swallowed up
And regurgitated through this long throat.
My eye rides over and downwards, falls with
Hurtling tons that slabber and spill,
Falls, yet records the tumult thus standing still.
2. Two people you might want to meet if in the San Francisco Bay Area, Daniel McCormick and Mary O’Brien. (Interview: http://www.conversations.org/story.php?sid=481) (website: http://www.watershedsculpture.com)
-Alex Heald
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