Measuring the Solstice

I started with the solstice

but I had to measure it out.
Not with carbon hair, nor melting ice,
nor echoes from a siren’s mouth.
So I hung Noah’s pants at dawn
up on the cliffs facing south,
And set the sun only
once they had dried out.

By the.vonz.himanen

Ivan Himanen is an architect, writer, and artist based in New York City.

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