A Day or Two Past Solstice

A day or two past solstice
and you cannot perceive the difference.
You cannot feel the extra moments of light.
Not yet. Nor do you feel the slight tilt of the earth
towards the sun.
Still, whether you see it or not, the change is.
Invisible. Inexorable. It is there.

The difference between you and I is this.
You once thought yourself beautiful,
while I
never stopped.
And whether you see it, or not,
it is there.

A day or two past Solstice.
Every day.

About this poem.

A poem about seeing. About hope. About love. Either one or all three.

Tom