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  • Ocean is where one can first sense
    A shift in the planetary alignment
    Vis-à-vis the sun
    And the ecliptic.

    Now we see beyond peradventure:
    Shrinking of days,
    Answering expansion of darkness.
    Let’s call it crossing the border
    We've named Equinox!

    This annual migration
    Toward ever-earlier nightfall
    Invites me somehow
    To a sun-worship more profound
    Than that of midsommarvaka,

    And a grateful retreat into
    The firelit warmth of the cave
    After the sun has taken its leave.
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