Fool Moon Solstice

On the shortest day of the year
and the longest night
under a luminous ball of quicksilver and secrets
two old lovers escape to the edges of the earth
Where dolphin pray and crustaceans gather to listen in the waves
She is feverish and mourn-full, the darkness always does this to her
He is taken by the sound of the dolphins, the crashing of the waves
He throws a line into the breakers and tries to hold on,
to the edge of the earth
She undresses under the veil of darkness
and like a slippery skate sails into the song of the dolphin
naked and numb
unseen