I sense

Art - J Edward Neill, Offering of Shadow

I sense
          the calling promise
          of the silver rising light
          from the sickled satellite
          above a sinister horizon.
          Her shimmer-twin,
          mirrored in a murky lake,
ripples
          with potential 
          from a lurid lurking place,
          ironically
          reminding me
          the rising and the sinking and
          the inconvenient in-betweens,
are me. 

I am the pull
and the tide. 

I am the fall 
and the rise. 

I.
Am.
The dark…

                  And! 

                            I’m the shine! 

Lee DeNoya - Atlanta, June 2022