New Druids

July 29, 1992|By Kathleen O'Toole

Bicycling around the lake

early evening solstice night,

I circle into my own wake,

current swept by radiant tides

toward the source. And not alone.

A wave of walkers, clockwise, slowpaced

presses against the cyclers' counterflow,

as the sun strikes eight on the lakeface.

Wise, I pedal this ring's sun toss

spinning gold on my spokes,

spindle gathering fragile floss --

tether of Helios, circling the globe!

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