Solstice

while the sun
stands still
on the horizon,
a quiet light
draws me in
into worlds
within worlds.

sometimes
dipping
and swirling me -
a tiny tea bag
in and out
of an abyss,
in one swoop,
then sucked out -
a bird
soaring out
into an endless sky,

sometimes
switching worlds
on and off
in a flash,
worlds so real
I could touch them,
and smell them
one moment,
even as they changed
their garbs
the next moment,
to wispy, uncatchable dreams,

and I feel called
to stand still
in the light
of my inner sun,
where darkness and light
stand as equals,
glowing,
growing,
and merging,
only to rise
again,
in another moment,
yet to be born.