Sunrise/Sunset

If a sunrise is a whisper,
a gentle promise
of the day that will be - 
Then sunsets are
a Jubilation! 
of the promise that was kept. 

Each morning, 
the inky darkness
is slowly invaded 
by pale yellow and pink
and just a hint of orange. 

They appear together, 
breathless and ready 
to relieve the darkness. 
A fresh, clean slate
firmly in hand.

If you look close enough,
you can just make out the writing
on the edge of the slate:
"Today can be whatever
you decide it will be."

And then we go on,
living our lives, 
making choices -
some good, 
some bad,
but none
insignificant. 

Because at the end of the day,
the bold streaks of orange
and red, and magenta
burst across the horizon,
shouting in nature's language,
"We have done it!"
Another day is complete. 

And then, 
the darkness arrives,
and the Sunset prepares,
by handing the slate over
to be cleaned once again. 

Sunrises promise to appear,
and Sunsets promise to celebrate -
it is up to us what we do
with the in-between. 

Writer’s Block

Writer's Block 
feels like standing
in the middle of a wood,
where a thousand paths
diverge all around. 

You can't see past
the initial idea,
and if you choose one,
you may turn yourself around,
and end up down another - 
the beginning & the end 
making a strange 
chimera of ideas. 

I suppose the point is,
I have much to say,
but not the words 
to complete them.
Maybe another day.

The important thing
is that I showed up 
to the woods today,
and entered in.