Summer solstice | Britta Benson

One drop of sun sneaks

through my eyelids with

a mission. Dancing purples

swirl red, orange flickers

tickle the sleepy freckles

on my iris. I lose all sense

of otherness as my body

leans into the distant soul

of a galaxy and connects

unconditionally with

this dying star of life.

Britta Benson
Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland
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