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
Copyright © Paul Trimble | Year Posted 2022
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