Not Another Solstice

More stuff gets added.

Nothing quite comes back.

Some of what’s brand new

Looks familiar, fits

The past you’ve lived with,

The world you knew. Some

Is a little strange,

Uncomfortable.

Some is plain startling.

Oh well. All past now.

All past tomorrow.

All past the next day.

All past yesterday.

All past, always new.

The universal

Trick is to pile it

On thick, forever

Adding what happened

To bury what went.

The sun still going

Away and the year

Coming back, Merwin

Called it, sweet Merwin,

But it’s not that year,

And more sun’s right here.