I watch the setting sun
Knowing it has taken
A piece of me for safe keeping
I wait the rising sun
Knowing it will return
The same piece of me
So I can keep on
There is something so resonant, poignant and final when witnessing the sunset.
Yet at the same time, witnessing the sunrise is restorative, hopeful, affirmative.
The time between holds a piece of me. In limbo, in stasis, inactive.
Photo: Parangtritis Beach, south central Java, Indonesia, 2019.