Doubt's Rising Shadow

Doubt's Rising Shadow torn from darkness a burning halo divides the distant night shifting orange then red across the ashen clouds that draw a ribbon between the now and then this flat rumor bangs along hangs me wordless on the truth I cannot say where the singing stopped the branches call their children home and now without the winding sun alone the autumn drops her veil curtained by a shallow mist the open water ends and ice compounds the rocks that split the lattice shapes of daylight down from horizontal twisting like a question hungry and unspoken there is a boat and we are in it there is a storm and we will pass through it there is a moment waiting to happen there is a breath I have not taken