Past the solstice, the longest day, summer begins to reel in its boundlessness. I write a letter to you, because I dream the moon will swallow me whole when I leave this life if I don't remember how to let go of the thread that t…  | Luisa A. Igloria June 21 | Past the solstice, the longest day,
summer begins to reel in its boundlessness.
I write a letter to you, because I dream
the moon will swallow me whole when I leave
this life if I don't remember how to let go
of the thread that tethers these flower boats
to the dock. My end is frayed; I've clutched it
so tightly though I admit, there have been days
when I nearly fed everything to my sorrow.
When at last I light a votive and set it afloat
on the water, it is like signing the name by which
you've known me all your life. It is what
one does before leaving the temple
after praying at the feet of the gods, after
dropping a final offering into the metal box. | | | |
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