let there be light

There can be no doubt that what gives this time of the year its power
is the return of the sun after midwinter (December 22nd for 2011.)

though I am
a modern man,
I wonder :

What is it like to feel --
physically and in every sense
and orifice --
the exact moment the sun has ceased
its fall deeper and deeper
each day (since the equinox
in September),
its effortless
leaving of us
with less and less of its light --
more precious to me than bread or water,
though I love bread and am 67% water...

and to awake from this day forward
crowned again
with all our heliotropic philosophies and creeds
by our soul's alma mater?

moss dollop

it was a heady feeling to know that
she could tell him anything
and he would believe it.

just then she leaned across the table
and said,
"Dollop is the French word 
for virgin's nipple."

he laughed, took it in, accepted.

about a year later there was a commercial on tv about how delicious a dollop of sour cream could be on a baked potato -- he blushed. when they saw it together, she laughed and he realized that she had made it all up. for him.