by Jess Everett
It’s our evolution.
The cosmic wheel we name time,
Revolving, poised for another turn.
Juncture between the ages,
Marked by this solstice.
Not the end of the world, but the world as we know it.
One revolution around the sun just a blip
In this expanse of space, one lifetime just enough
To notice a shift between eternities.
Our own Mayan calendar—
Take responsibility for history,
We know change when we see it.
Let’s shout it from the treetops.