Summer Solstice

Sky blue and cloudless and enormous,
endless fields stretch out to the horizon,
a thin and distant green line.
Everything infinite and unending
yet small against the sky.

The sun never goes down,
this day never ends.
There is no yesterday
and are no tomorrows.
This day is forever.

I am nine years old.
Daylight runs through my veins
and seeps out my pores.
Blades of grass between my toes.
Sunlight on my face.
I, too, am infinite and unending,
and small and minute.
I have swallowed the sun.