It was the longest day, and now—
imperceptibly at first—light
trickles away drop by drop just
as water evaporates from
the steel pail half-filled from the leak
of last night’s rain. The question is
will we repair the roof before
the next storm? And how? Will we patch
as we did in the past? Or will
we strip shingles, insulation
and all down to basic structures
which need to be replaced, not fixed?
Before reaching the longest nights,
let in nature and human rights?
Written for the Solstice
and posted in Poets United Poetry Pantry.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast