This morning the sunrise seemed to be reflective of the way chaos, pain, beauty, and joy can be so intertwined and it was a reminder of the way nature always finds a way to resolution. I was deeply in awe as I watched.
And then it all ended so incredibly abruptly, a bit unexpectedly. My divorce came abruptly. It was quite unexpected. But it was a resolution to an unbalanced, unhealthy relationship that drained me. I did not appreciate that in that moment just as I did not appreciate the abrupt ending to this morning's sunrise in that moment. But with time and reflection, I'm starting to see the beauty in it.
And because this post wouldn't be complete without it, here is the poem I wrote about that sunrise.
A Violent Sunrise
By me
Gray skies close in.
Fog meanders
between the hills and among the trees.
I’m taken aback as I round the curve
and see a newly risen, colossal scarlet sun
hanging low in the sky.
Wispy fog clouds dance
in a mocking frenzied haze
as they are then set on fire.
In a choreographed move,
the fog unites to overcome,
smothering the brilliant red rays.
But the sun’s fiery flames find renewed energy,
pushing back and spreading
as far as the eye can see.
And then as suddenly as it all began
the battle between the sun and fog is over.
The sun retreats higher,
once again right-sized and less red.
The fog meanders back
to the valleys to be among the trees.
I continue down the road
in awe of the show I just witnessed.
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