Sunday 12.22.2013 for Solstice

this  morning, don't expect
forever or even another
moment. all is 
tinder, all a dormant
spark for Shiva's coruscating
wheel. you're already
burnt along the edges,
friend; longing, fear,
anger just  add oxygen
to the flame. it's
enough now, at the earth's
slingshot apex, to hope
the rubber band
holds out, that orbits remain
faithful, and gravity,
lovely gravity, keeps
being its needy self.
it would be sad, really
if the earth kept going out, 
out. think on it
for more than a moment,
imagine the cold creeping
up your walls, the air
itself gone fragile as a
mirror, the sudden
betrayal of all
the invisible powers
the blind & mindless
equations that make possible
the choice, now, here 
not how long we live
but how, and what,
and if we will speak.