Now. Summer 2014. June 21. 6:51 a.m. EDT.

It’s a memory I’ve hoarded for twenty-odd years
and still claim in moments of déjà vu when time stops,
its seed case cracks open, as a storm cracks open,

a whole summer happens in one hour, and I know again
what Plato’s paradise of souls awaiting rebirth is made of:

birdsong, thunder, green, cicadas, and heat.

— Margaret Holley, from “Walking Through the Horizon”

Credits:

• Photographer – Raffaele Camardella of photograph titled Summer at Ithaki, Nisia Ionioy, Greece
• Poem Source: Wandering Slowly Into a Weeping Mist