Slice #23: Calm Promises of Tomorrow

Claude Monet

It is Born

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.

~ Pablo Neruda

Moved by Pablo Neruda and setting of the sun, today I celebrate the calm promises of tomorrow and new beginnings.

Suspended amongst a kaleidoscopic

array of amber, pink and orange hues,

the sun, a crimson ball,

slowly sinks below the horizon,

taking with it,

all the worries

and franticness of the day.

A sigh escapes me.