Solstice

The days are long

And restless 

As shaky as grandfather's legs 

We open the door

Gaze out to the world 

There is a chill

In the air

But we sweat and shake 

Our muscles weak

Our bones dead tired 

We must gather our strength 

Feed our soul

It is too soon to be done 

We are like migrants

Living away on our laptop 

The sun comes up

As shiny and bright 

As the end of term 

Perhaps we will celebrate solstice

Say a humble 

And quiet prayer 

Wish for a better new year

One that is stable 

And full of light

And celebration.