this last solstice

 
the cloud cover was thick
sunset in pink and yellow
 
on top of the hill facing south west
my mother my sister and i
crone / maiden / and child

we drank prosecco  
celebrated my birth
cursed the atmosphere
 
two planets passing by
like celestial bus drivers
giving each other a nod and a wink
every 800 odd years
 
an auspicious event
 
when my bones
began humming
i was reminded of
being high with you
 
whenever we conjunct
the light is blinding