I sense the calling promise

I sense
the calling promise
of the slivered satellite,
silver rising light
above 
the sinister horizon,  

her shimmer-twin,
reflecting
in the mirror-lake,
rippling
with potential 
in a lurid lurking place,          

reminding me,
remarkably,
the rising and
the sinking and
the inconvenient in-between
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, Thanksgiving 2021