Solstice

A day full of the longest light
Still it casts a dreadful pall
A map of deeds undone unfurled
Take your eye not off the ball

Go and push in all the chairs
Scattered in the banquet hall
They slide upon the burnished stone
Take your eye not off the ball

The waiting sun is on the high
One day has never stood this tall
The apple plummets like a stone
Take your eye not off the ball

Here is what you need to know
To turn away is not your call
There's comfort in the common scene
Take your eye not off the ball

Carpe diem is your cure
It's suicide to take them all
This matter doesn't have a heart
Take your eye not off the ball

There's danger on the path ahead
And rubble by the garden wall
There's time to still ascend the throne
Catch yourself before you fall

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Michael Albright is a member of the Pittsburgh Poetry Exchange and the Squirrel Hill Poetry Workshop. He has published poems in U.S. 1 Worksheets, The New People, and the Loyalhanna Review. He lives in Greensburg, Pennsylvania with his wife, Lori, and ever-changing array of children and other animals.