Hey June

The trickster’s function is to break taboos, create mischief, stir things up. In the end,
the trickster gives people what they really want,
some sort of freedom.
—Tom Robbins

Ah June, my seductive lover, month of gloom & abundant sunshine,
positioning yourself mid-point in the year—a split/doubling trick.

You flaunt the longest day and shortest night,
but like a nocturnal cheetah—you strike at twilight.

You host the month of Pride & Immigrant Heritage inclusion.
On Juneteenth, you rally for equality & celebration—hold fast to freedom.

On World Environment Day, you amplify dire warnings from our planet—
melting glaciers/raging fires/soaring heatwaves—& call for urgent action.

Your awesome agendas & deeds most often astound,
but I confess—your mercurial nature at times can confound.

You fling the darkness of destruction with feral abandon,
then deftly deliver acts of creation when sun & moon flash a sign.

You & I / Over Decades / Across Countries / A Few Acts

You juggle reckless with righteous—& try to right the wrong.
You float false starts to take me down—then hustle to surprise.

You play my vision(s) & my blind spots—& attempt to blindside.
But I see you June, you trickster—you have a reputation for extremes.

On your watch—you initiated me as early as innocence,
turning a blind eye to an act of stinging incompetence iced with arrogance.

On your watch—came the requisite follow up—
aka a covert cover up—whispery tentacles dripping with deceit.

But hey hey June, also on your watch—behold a happening in the desert—
& poof!
A magician appeared (with heart) & stellar skills in his hands.

On your watch—on a less auspicious occasion,
out of the indigo blue, you gave—then hastily took someone’s breath away.

But on one balmy Gemini watch—when all salient stars aligned—
you dazzled me with the miracle of birth & rebirth. I—delirious with joy!

So hey June, on your summer solstice ‘26—of some things I’m certain.
You’re a lover & a trickster—& I’ve got my eyes on you.