If I approach before, must I retreat after? The mirror is always turning. The reflection reverts, echos, remembers, forgets. Meets itself, coming and going. Centered, stilled.
on the cusp
earth bows to the sun
abiding
Perhaps the sudden and expanded silence is what heals, releases the mind from meaning. Can words ever really stand in for what they are not?
Without time, I can relocate who I am. I reach for next, but I don’t understand until later how very far it is from now.
widdershins
the circle dances
into fire
Frank at dVerse has us thinking about the Solstice.
And my title has me thinking about Joni.
More art from the archives.
K. 
I like your circular reasoning here. Perhaps we can only get at the truth by moving in circles.
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Thanks Ingrid. I think it works better than lines.
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oh yes, something witchy about this indeed!
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Thanks Phil. It’s the time of the season…
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Yes, always circles.
That Song about the Midway is one of my favorites. I love Bonnie Raitt’s version, too.
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I can’t get away from them.
One of my favorites too.
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Probably the answer is that we know nothing. Throw time into the equation and most of us are lost. It’s all a circle, a reflection of something else, and our words can never explain it.
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Thanks Jane. That about sums it up.
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🙂
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You’ve introduced me to a new word … “widdershins”. I sometimes feel at widdershins with the rest of the world….I just didn’t know what to call it!
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Thanks Beverly. I often feel that way myself, which is why I like the word.
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I went right to your words, your spinning words, and was thinking mandalic… then I looked again and saw the mandala you included! This is all brilliant.
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Thanks D. I’ve been stuck in circles for quite awhile now. It’s the rhythm of the universe.
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widdershins – I too had to look it up. now I will think of it often, I suspect. I like when poetry does that – makes one think ~
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Thanks M. I can’t remember when I discovered it, but it’s a word that comes in handy for many occasions.
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Yep.
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Maybe the widdershins comes when we are dancing, reversing daylight back into darkness.
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I think that’s true Bjorn.
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“earth bows to the sun.”
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It does!
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I have come to the understand that time is “now” anything else is abstract. Ha – the earth bows to the sun – the sun knows earth needs her to survive.
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Indeed she does.
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Being born on the solstice, and the cusp between Gemini and Cancer, I am all about this particular widdershins experience. ^_^ Love this one. And the choice of songs!
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Thanks Sun. Always in between! This is one of my favorite’s of Joni’s or anyone’s for that matter.
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This is beautiful wording.
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Thanks Manja.
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Love the title, gives this almost a carnival feel and the idea of words standing in for things they aren’t. Enjoyed.
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Thanks K. We don’t think about it, but they always do.
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Simply stunning. Plus… I had never even heard the word “widdershins” – did you just happen to know if off the top of your head, Kerfe?
❤
David
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Thanks David. I’m not sure where I learned the word, but I’ve known it a long time. I suspect some folk or fairy tale where it was part of magic, or some kind of ritual.
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As poets, I we can hope for is that the words serve as a bridge. With the destination always changing, we must keep writing.
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That’s true Ken. We are always finding our way.
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