Summer Solstice

Written a long time ago

There’s the bluejay,

obscuring itself in the limbs of the oak

and then the breeze comes

filled with sunshine

settling on my skin

settling on my thoughts

as I sit

on a rooftop

by the river side

city sounds passing

sharing smokes and hopes.

There will be time,

time for hawks and bluejays

and passing corn whiskey

in that intimate way

that sharing a bottle can bring

when it’s the longest day of the year

and the first day of the beginning

of the canvas of the sky.