Joy in the Work

A week past the solstice,

Each sunset a click

Away from Sugar Loaf,

A click deeper into the year,

Into our body of work,

Our creation of day

Through softening snows,

Constellations in place,

Avoiding naysayers,

Driven to add to the stride,

To the thrust of propulsion,

To what could outlive us

If only for a moment,

If only with just one

Tasting where we've been.