Never What You See
Twilight comes early in November cold
the migrant geese cry and stake their claim
as I walk in my solitary world
where darkness rules and light is scarce
and loneliness adds beauty to life.
I have been restless for as long as I can remember
but there is change in the air
there is change in the wind
fear stirs the stagnant spirit, propels it forward
and the echo of music strikes a chord deep inside.
Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue,
and broken bones eventually heal
we cross the threshold from young to old
masking the hurt, numbing the pain
but silence is not golden.
So don’t jump to conclusions about the sunset
its stark light refracting beneath cover of clouds
hidden bruises bleeding broken indigo ink
in beautiful streaks of mottled red and purple
and taints the sky with mixed emotions.
The truth is never what you see.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
November 10, 2015