Piece
Every day
I watch the setting sun
Knowing it has taken
A piece of me for safe keeping
Every night
I wait the rising sun
Knowing it will return
The same piece of me
So I can keep on
Living
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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.
